Rocky and rolling hills give way

To green green grass and a glimpse of brighter days

Inland from the sea lie fields just past Penn’s woods

Where every fall Friday hearts sink and sing

People round our globe are fed

The young get drunk, deer get shot, and the sun still rises

Heroes fell from the sky

And great men in blue and gray consecrated this ground

America is surmised here

In Pennsylvania Fields

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