Farm lands and rail lines, and valleys so far down.
From Mason Dixon to Bradford, and Pittsburgh to Philly,
Rows of corn and cattle herds, as far as you can see.
Oh Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, you're the land for me.
In Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, is where I wanna be.
Ruffed grouse picks all around, under the Hemlock tree,
And Mountain Laurel it abounds, for everyone to see.
The Great Dane dog rises up, at least four foot high,
The Amish win a ribbon prize, for their shoo fly pie.
Oh Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, you're the land for me.
In Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, is where I wanna be.
Fireflies light up the night, and crickets sing their song,
Birds chirp in the morning light, as white tails run along.
Trout are swimming up the creek, and salmon make their run,
Cruises and fairs throughout the week, we're gonna have some
fun.
In Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, you're the land for me.
In Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, is where I wanna be.
Section 2. Assignment of copyright.
(a) Assignment.--This act shall not be effective until the
owner of the copyright assigns all rights, title and interest in
the copyright to this poem to the Commonwealth.
(b) Payment.--No payment or other considerations shall be
paid to any person for the assignment under subsection (a).
(c) Reproduction of use.--The Commonwealth may not charge
anyone for the reproduction or use of this poem.
Section 3. Notice and publication.
Upon the assignment of all rights, title and interest in the
copyright to this poem by the owner of the copyright, the
Secretary of the Commonwealth shall provide notice of the
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