Historic Sheet Music Collection

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1855

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Hurrah! for New England
Song and chorus as performed at the concerts of the Barker Family
Melody by W.P. Chamberlain
Arranged by Nathan Barker

Boston. Published by Oilver Ditson 115 Washington St.

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Lyrics

This our own native home
Tho' poor and rough she be,
The home of many a noble soul,
The birth-place of the free.
We'll love her rocks and rivers
'Till death our quick blood stills,
Hurrah for old New England!
And her cloud-capped granite hills.

Chorus:
Hurrah for old New England
And her cloud-capped granite hills,
Hurrah for old New England
And her cloud-capped granite hills.

2
Shall not the land tho'poor she be
That gave a Webster birth,
With pride, step forth to take her place
With the mightiest of the earth;
Then for his sake whose lofty fame
Our farthest bound'ries fill;
We'll shout for old New England
And her Cloud-Capped granite hills.

3
They tell us of our freezing clime
Our hard and rugged soil,
Which hardly half repays us for
Our spring time care and toil;
Yet gaily sings the merry boy
As the homestead farm he tills,
Hurrah for old New England
And her Cloud-Capped granite hills.

4
Others may seek the western clime
They say 'tis passing fair,
That sunny are its laughing skies
And soft its balmy air
We'll linger round our childhood's home,
"Till age our warm blood chills,
"Till we die in old New England
And sleep beneath her hills.

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