. Book of song poems. firm when the storms doth blow. WASHINGTON STATE SONG. WE are traveling through Washingtonstate,With its resources are very great;Of its beauties there well relate,So we have no time to wait; As we go, as we the silver and gold are found,And other minerals there abound,Plenty of grain by looking its fruits so juicy and sound, As we go, as we the fine, large distillsBy the beautiful, evergreen hills,With their brooks and rippling rills,A plenty of saw and shingle mills, As we go, as we go. With its cedars three hundred feet highAnd the man
. Book of song poems. firm when the storms doth blow. WASHINGTON STATE SONG. WE are traveling through Washingtonstate,With its resources are very great;Of its beauties there well relate,So we have no time to wait; As we go, as we the silver and gold are found,And other minerals there abound,Plenty of grain by looking its fruits so juicy and sound, As we go, as we the fine, large distillsBy the beautiful, evergreen hills,With their brooks and rippling rills,A plenty of saw and shingle mills, As we go, as we go. With its cedars three hundred feet highAnd the many falls we pass snow-capped peaks in the sky;A part of the state is very dry, As we go, as we the deer, bear and wolverineAnd a plenty of sea birds are seen;With many a beautiful ravineShaded by the lofty evergreen, As we go, as we many a town and city great,We see the progress of the much business our train is lateTo where the people do immigrate; Here well stay, here well stay. 49.
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