Ev'ry little lad and lass, boys and girls of ev'ry class,
Here beneath the flag of stripe and star,
From the time they start to school, when they learn the golden rule,
Always have been proud of what they are.
And ev'ry day with lessons done, they sing their song of Washington,
A song of love that reaches near and far:
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen,
That is the story of Washington, that is the glory of Washington.
His spirit is here, his spirit is here, he's standing, commanding above.
In word and deed we follow the lead of the father of the land we love.
When to manhood comes the youth, with the knowledge and the truth,
Of the revolutionary fray,
Proud he is to be a son of immortal Washington,
Sacred is the mem'ry of his day.
Whenever drums begin to roll, within the nation's heart and soul,
A patriotic something seems to say:
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen,
That is the story of Washington, that is the glory of Washington.
His spirit is here, his spirit is here, he's standing, commanding above.
In word and deed we follow the lead of the father of the land we love.
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