THE SONG OF IOWA
(Written by S.H.M. Byers to the music of Tannenbaum)
 

You asked what land I love the best, Iowa, tis Iowa. 
The fairest State of all the west, Iowa, O! Iowa, 
From yonder Misissippi's stream To where Missouri's waters gleam
O! fair it is as poet's dream, Iowa, in Iowa. 

See yonders fields of tasseled corn, Iowa in Iowa.
Where fills her golden horn, Iowa in Iowa.
See how her wonderous shine.
To yonder sunset’s purpling line.
Of happy land, Of land of mine, Iowa, O! Iowa. 

And she has made whose laughing eyes, Iowa, O! Iowa.
To him whose loves were Paradise. Iowa, O! Iowa
O! happiest fae that e’er was known.
Such eyes to shine for one alone.
To call such beauty all his own. Iowa, O! Iowa 

Go read the story of thy past. Iowa, O! Iowa
What glorious deeds, what fame thou hast! Iowa, O! Iowa
So long as time’s great cycle runs.
Or nations weep their fallen ones
Thou’ll not forget thy patrial sons. Iowa, O! Iowa