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THE HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES.
In fourteen hundred ninety-two,Columbus sailed the ocean blue,And found this land,Land
of the Free,beloved by you,
beloved by me,And in the year sixteen and seven,Good Captain Smith,
thought he'd reached
Heaven,And then he founded Jamestown City,alas tis gone,oh,what a pity
`Twas in September sixteen nine,with ship,Half Moon,
a
real Dutch sign.That Henry Hudson,found the stream
the Hudson River,of our dream,In sixteen twenty,
pilgrims saw our landthat had no unjust law,Their children here,
in
this dayproud citizens of,the U.S.A.
In sixteen hudred eighty three,good William Penn,stood `neath a tree.
And swore
that unto,his lifes end he,would be the Indian's friend.
In seventeeen hundred and sixty-five,good Paul Revere was then
alive;
He rode like wild,throughout the night,and called the,
minute men to fight.Year seventeen hundred seventy-six,
July
the fourth,this date please fix.Within your minds,
my children dearfor that was independence year,
In that same year,on
a bitter night,at Trenton,
was an awful fight,but by our brave George Washington, the battle was atat last well won.Two
other dates,
in your mind fix-Franklin Born in seventeen six
And Washington first said "Boo-Hoo", in seven-teen
hundred thirty two.In seventeen hundred seventy- nine,
Paul Jones,who was a captain fine,Gained our first naval victory,
fighting
on the big wide sea,And in the year eight-teen and four,
Lewis and Clark,both went beforeAnd blazed for us,
the Oregan
Trailwhere men go now,with ease by rail.
In eighteen hundred and thirteen,on Great Lake Erie,could be seen,
Our Perry
fight the Union Jack,and drive it ,from our shores far back
In eighteen hundred and sixty one,an awful war was then begun
Between
the brothers of our land,who now together firmly stand,
In eighteen hundred sisty three,each slave was told,
that he
is freeBy Lincoln,with whom few compare,
in being kind,and just and fairIn eighteen hundred eighty one,
at Panama there
was begunBy goodDe Lesseps,
wise and greatthe big canal,now our ships gate.
At San Juan,eighteen ninety eight,our brave
Rough Riders,
lay in wait.And on the land,brought Victorywhile
Dewey won it on the Sea,
In nineteen hundred and fifteen,was
shown a panaromic screen,
At San Fransisco's wondrous fair;all people were invited there,
But cruel war,Brin the same
year,kept strangers from
our land of cheer,And nineteen seventeen brought,
here the war,that feared our heartswith fear,
Thank
God in nineteen eighteen, Peace on Earth,again was seen
And we are prayingshe"ll stay forever,in our U.S.A.
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