Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea,
From the canyon which the Giant dug,
To the city where thy greenly feet stand;
Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung

As the blackened Cherethim in armies
March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land,
So babes are shot in the streets untimely,
Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand.

The speech of Maria's chosen do dim,
The cheerful songs of those merry with wine
Do stop in the dead of night; children
Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die---

The black armies of the Cherethim march
The snakes and cockatrices bite venom
Into the hearts of all dared merry men,
Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.

Oh, Maria, from sea to shining sea,
From the canyon which the Giant dug,
To the city where thy greenly feet stand;
Songs against thy fat land are proudly sung

As the blackened Cherethim in armies
March across thy fords and burn thy sweet land,
So babes are shot in the streets untimely,
Oh! great black armies make their ghastly stand.

The speech of Maria's chosen do dim,
The cheerful songs of those merry with wine
Do stop in the dead of night; children
Die, of all creeds and runes, those children die---

The black armies of the Cherethim march
The snakes and cockatrices bite venom
Into the hearts of all dared merry men,
Who. from their daily coffers, now are shunned.