Fer there off one side, lookin’ at us with pride,
Wuz Liberty! Who wouldn’t cheer?
I s’pose she’s still there with the crown in her hair
An’ her lamp givin’ light to the land;
That may all be so, but there’s lots of us know
How we still feel the touch of her hand.
Sometimes in the night when there ain’t any fight,
An’ we’re standin’ on guard all alone,
Like an angel o’ grace she comes near, an’ her face
Cheers our hearts which wuz colder’n a stone.