Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Child of law and liberty, Thou art always true and tender, Thou art ever dear to me! I will always praises render To the grandeur of thy worth, For the fortunes all presided At the moment of thy birth. Pleasures in their pure completeness O'er thy pleasant prairies shine, And the raptures run with fleetness Through the happy vales of thine. Thou art empress of the angels, Thou art queen of all the gods, And the happiness of heaven O'er thy laughing valleys nods. I will always crown with praises All thy glories, O, my state; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Thou art greatest of the great! Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Bravest are thy noble sons, In the thunders of the battle, And the roaring of the guns! Flash of sword and musket's rattle Never fearful terror gave To the staunch and valiant bosoms Of thy happy hosts and brave. When the roars of hell grow louder, And the mountains shake in fright, In the lurid clouds of powder, They are foremost in the fight; And when bayonet and musket, Sword and saber, slaughter cease, They are tenderest and truest In the silent ways of peace. O, my state! A stream of greatness From thy mighty people runs; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Bravest are thy noble sons! Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Fairest are thy daughters fair, In the thousand deeds of duty Thou hast given them to bear; Peerless is their wondrous beauty, Bright with blushes as the rose, Pure as petals of the lily, White as newly-fallen snows; And their voices bright with blessing Banish misery and woe, While their fingers' soft caressing Soothes the fevers from the brow. Souls are always blessed with brightness Bosoms filled with goodly pearls, Hearts forever harvest gladness, In the glances of thy girls. They are robed in golden garments, Nature's vestments, rich and rare; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Fairest are thy daughters fair! Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Sweetest are thy happy homes, Smiling in the holy gladness Which above thee always roams; They are never linked with sadness, They are never bound with pains, For the sunshine of enjoyment Rules the people of thy plains. Songs are singing with thy maidens, Music echoes with thy wives, Rapture slays the grief that ladens All the gladness of their lives. Happiness is with thy husbands, And thy swains are blest with joy, While the fondest rapture rises In the hearts of girl and boy. Pleasures linger in thy woodlands, Gladness on thy prairies roams; Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Sweetest are thy happy homes!