God bless our noble swamp

Though it be cold and damp

God save our swamp.

Though every castle sinks

And though our monarch thinks

The very ground beneath us stinks

Still it’s our swamp.


Oh, how it stirs the blood

To cry, “Let them eat mud!”

In our dear swamp.

Though it is cold and wet

And many colds we get,

Still there is no better yet

Than our dear swamp.