Their mother, Great America, now calls her sons to fight,
And from Ohio comes the bugle like a cry from out the night;
They are loyal, they are heroes, and they need no poet's pen—
God bless them and protect them now, the brave Ohio men!
While all the world is bleeding, they will bear the torch of light;
They will battle now for Liberty, for Justice, and for Right.
And the old, old blood of heroes caught in the young, young sod
Goes marching off across the world to fight for Peace and God.
They are marching, marching, marching from the grassland and the wheat,
And down the cities, clicking, goes the tramp of myriad feet;
Men are marching, marching, marching from the good old State again—
God bless them and God keep them, the brave Ohio men!
