Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Fairest are thy daughters fair,
    In the thousand deeds of duty
  Thou hast given them to bear;
    Peerless is their wondrous beauty,
  Bright with blushes as the rose,
    Pure as petals of the lily,
  White as newly-fallen snows;
    And their voices bright with blessing
  Banish misery and woe,
    While their fingers’ soft caressing
  Soothes the fevers from the brow. 
    Souls are always blessed with brightness
  Bosoms filled with goodly pearls,
    Hearts forever harvest gladness,
  In the glances of thy girls. 
    They are robed in golden garments,
  Nature’s vestments, rich and rare;
    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Fairest are thy daughters fair!

    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Sweetest are thy happy homes,
    Smiling in the holy gladness
  Which above thee always roams;
    They are never linked with sadness,
  They are never bound with pains,
    For the sunshine of enjoyment
  Rules the people of thy plains. 
    Songs are singing with thy maidens,
  Music echoes with thy wives,
    Rapture slays the grief that ladens
  All the gladness of their lives. 
    Happiness is with thy husbands,
  And thy swains are blest with joy,
    While the fondest rapture rises
  In the hearts of girl and boy. 
    Pleasures linger in thy woodlands,
  Gladness on thy prairies roams;
    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Sweetest are thy happy homes!

    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Thou shall ever live in song;
    Freedom, near to nature, raises
  Temples that to thee belong;
    Minstrels shall in merry praises
  Wind their music o’er thy name
    Till the voices of the ages
  Shout for thee in wild acclaim;
    They shall sing with tender pleasure
  Beauty of thy daughters true;
    Sing, in high, exultant measure,
  Deeds thy sons in battle do. 
    Sages shall in wisdom offer
  Full rewards of love to thee,
    And shall crown thy land and people
  Favorites of liberty. 
    All thy glory shall be shining
  Through the cycles clear and strong;
    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Though shall ever live in song!

    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Romance of the ages, thou! 
    Now, unknown; a moment later. 
  Kingly crowns upon thy brow! 
    Child of all the nations, greater
  Shall thy splendors year by year
    Grow unfading, bringing bounties
  Full of happiness and cheer! 
    Morning saw a desert sleeping,
  Worn and wasted with distress;
    Night beheld an empire keeping
  Watch above the wilderness. 
    Progress with her wand of magic
  Touched the sleeping valleys bright,
    And they leaped with instant vigor,
  Shaking out their locks of might;
    Earth shall send her fairest blossoms
  As a garland for thy brow;
    Oklahoma!  Oklahoma! 
  Romance of the ages thou!