Leave It! Ah No---The Land is Our Own

LEAVE it! ah no---the land is our own,
Tho' the flag that we love is now furled,
A Texan must roam o'er his own prairie plains,
Or find rest in the far spirit world.
Oh the Lone Star State our home shall be
While its waters still roll to the Mexican Sea.

Where shall so blue a sky ever be found,
As the heavens that bend o'er us here?
Or when do flowers bloom so fragrant and sweet
The wayfaring wanderer to cheer?

Others may seek South American shores
Orizaba and fair Monterey;
But never, because she be burdened with woes,
Shall our feet from our own loved State stray.

Then here's to our State---our own dear State,
Right or wrong---enslaved or free;
In poverty, wealth, enthroned or disowned,
Our mother our queen shall be.

By Mrs. Mary G. Young
(From Allan's Lone Star Ballads)