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With this inheritance so great, What is our duty to the State? As loyal children, let us fight For learning, virtue, truth and rignt, "Tu-e-bor" shout: God give us might.

Michigan Song. ,Air, "Beulah Land." Pat's Pick, page 82; Gospel Hymns, 1, 8 and 3, C, No. 305.) 1 Bharp.

Each loyal son from east to west Most surely deems his state the best; He loves the very name it bears, Is one with her in all her cares. Chorus— Oh, Michigan, land of the free, I ask no other home but thee; I love thy pine-clad hills and brakes, Thy murmuring rills and crystal lakes; Though others in strange lands may roam, Thou art my land, thou, too, my home. Thy soil produces copiously, And fruits bedeck the groaning tree, With fish thy sparkling streams abound. The deer retreats before the hound. —Cho. Our north much useful metal yields While in our south are carbon fields; And Saginaw provides us salt More healthful far than brewers' malt.—Cho. From center to our every coast, Each hamlet of its school can boast, May this our jubilee give proof That each is laboring for the truth.—Cho.