Speed, speed locomotive along the steel rail,

Speed swift as the clouds that are borne by a gale,

Through forest and meadow, o’er prairie and plain,

Take me back to the state of Wisconsin again.

Oh, why was I tempted to wander away?

From the state of Wisconsin, oh why did I stray?

The beauty of England or splendor of Spain,

Shall tempt me no more from Wisconsin again.

The briny Atlantic, I’ve crossed and re-crossed,

And on its wild billows have often been tossed,

When seasick and weary on shipboard I’ve lain

I have sighed for Wisconsin again and again.

I have strayed on the shores of the Emerald Isle,

Where bright shamrocks blossom and sweet maidens smile,

Though the scenes were enchanting, I could not refrain,

From wishing myself back in Wisconsin again.

I have trod Caledonia’s famed mountains and vales,

Her heaths and her meadows, her glens and her dales.

I have heard the sheep bleating and bag pipe’s wild strains,

Yet have longed to be back to Wisconsin again.

I have sat ’neath the shade of fair Italy’s bowers,

Surrounded by sunshine, by birds and by flowers,

I have traveled o’er England, o’er France and o’er Spain

And now, I’ll return to Wisconsin again.

I have viewed California’s far famed, golden shores,

Its rivers and mountains and silvery ores,

Its orchards and vineyards and green fields of grain,

Yet my thoughts wandered back to Wisconsin again.



In the sweet sunny south, where the orange tree grows,

And the proud Mississippi toward the gulf stream flows,

On its banks, I have strolled, or have carelessly lain

And have thought of Wisconsin again and again.



Speed, speed Locomotive, along the steel rail,

May your wheels never weary, your steam never fail,

Through forest and meadow, o’er prairie and plain,

I long to behold dear Wisconsin again.