To
David W. Adams,
Master, National Grange of the U. S.
and M. D. Davie,
Master, State Grange of Kentucky
"National Grange Song of America" (c1875; 1876)
[??? Words and Music by
William Shakespeare Hays, 1837-1907]

Louisville, KY: D. P. Faulds, No. 100 Main St.
Southern Agent for Steinway & Sons & Chickering & Sons' Pianos
[Lithographer?:] Read
Plate No. 1875-4
Engraver: J. Slinglandt
[Source: 1876-00372@LoC]

1. Oh! what is all this noise about, 
And all this great commotion? 
The quiv’ring leaves are on the breeze 
Like ships upon the ocean. 
The gath’ring storm has broke at last, 
The tide is rising higher, 
While plowmen bold have taken hold— 
The prairies are on fire.

CHORUS [sung after each verse]
Then plow, and sow, and reap, and mow, 
And raise the corn to fill the barn, 
While on to camp and field we tramp— 
Good as Wheat for the Grangers.

2. The soil is ours, we till the land, 
And we’re the true producers, 
No middleman can thwart our plan— 
We scorn our vile traducers. 
Our hands are sear’d with honest toil, 
While skies are bright above us, 
And, conscience clear we onward steer, 
While aiding those who love us.

3. Then fill our ranks with honest hearts, 
With steady handed yeomen, 
While men of place with Jesus face 
We hold among our foemen. 
Monopolies must surely fall, 
Before our gath’ring forces— 
Our purpose true will lead us through, 
Despite their wicked courses.