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Michigan, My Michigan
Written by: William Otto Miessner & Douglas M. Malloch A song to thee, fair State of mine, Michigan, my Michigan; But greater song than this is thine, Michigan, my Michigan; The whisper of the forest tree, The thunder of the inland sea; Unite in one grand symphony Of Michigan, my Michigan. |
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I sing a State of all the best,
Michigan, my Michigan; I sing a State with riches blest, Michigan, my Michigan; Thy mines unmask a hidden store, But richer thy historic lore, More great the love thy builders bore, Oh, Michigan, my Michigan. |
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How fair the bosom of thy lakes,
Michigan, my Michigan; What melody each river makes; Michigan, my Michigan; As to thy lakes the rivers tend, Thy exiled children to thee send Devotion that shall never end, Oh, Michigan, my Michigan. |
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Thou rich in wealth
makes a State,
Michigan, my Michigan; Thou great in things that make us great, Michigan, my Michigan; Out loyal voices sound thy claim Upon the golden roll of fame Our loyal hands shall write the name Of Michigan, my Michigan. |
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