Come all ye friends of Liberty, <br />Who love our good old nation, <br />Let hands and hearts united be, <br />And beat the wide creation. <br />For this is our Centennial year, <br />The birthday of our nation; <br />For it is just one hundred years <br />That's stood our good old nation. <br /> <br />CHORUS: <br /> <br />Centennial! Centennial! <br />Hurrah to the Centennial; <br />And many, many people gone <br />To our national Centennial. <br /> <br />To Philadelphia people went, <br />And more was sure to go, sir; <br />They say there was things to be seen <br />Of a hundred years ago, sir. <br />Come all ye sons of liberty, <br />That love our good old nation, <br />Unite and keep our country free, <br />And the stars and stripes a waving. <br /> <br />The revolutionary war was fought <br />To gain our independence, <br />That we a nation great may be, <br />Both free and independent. <br />They fought the British, far and near, <br />For freedom, and they gained it -- <br />In Centennial years of Jubilee, <br />Let Columbia's sons maintain it.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/centennial/
