Eureka Reporter | 1905-05-26 | Page 6 | Song of the Southland

son g of the a n d the south the fair southland the southland tor me the bloom med meadow the whispering tree the land 0 the and fruitage d vine where each breath is as sweet and inspiring as wine where white ships of cloudland rock idly above and spread their cool shadows 0 er fields that they love where the blue morning glories in cataracts fall and rose petals flutter and alles are tall the south the fair southland it slopes to the sun and white crested billows laugh loud as they run their world wide long race with grumble and roar to throw themselves panting at last on its shore where boys are j st boys and girls are just girls not roddy dow babies with curls aho vho tumble and laugh and shriek loud in their glee and are sweet e ery one As real babies can be and lads are grow n straight and clean minded and tall and lassies are sweet and are fair and their thrall s a world gird au theme ahe south sing the south with strawberries sweet As a kiss on the mouth houston port t