No. 36. Kansas Land.
1. I've reached the land of corn and wheat,
Of salt, and coal and sugar sweet;
I got my land of Uncle Sam,
And am as happy as a clam.
Oh Kansas land, sweet Kansas land,
As on its fertile soil I stand;
I look the pleasing landscape o'er,
For acres broad I strive for more.
Till Gabriel's trump, of loud command.
Says you must leave your Kansas land.
2. My chickens all are Plymouth Rock;
My horses Clydesdale Norman stock;
My cattle short-horns, very fine,
And Poland China are my swine.
3. And now at last the Alliance is here;
We've waited for it many a year;
And it comes to cheer the farmer's way.
And bring to him a brighter day.