Written by Elizabeth Garrett (daughter of Pat Garrett, the man who took down Billy the Kid) three years after New Mexico became the 47th state in the Union, in 1912...
Set to music by John Philip Sousa. Sing along:
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Under a sky of azure, where balmy breezes blow,
Kissed by the golden sunshine, is Nuevo Mejico.
Land of the Montezuma, with firey hearts aglow,
Land of the deeds historic, is Nuevo Mejico.
Chorus:
Oh! Fair New Mexico, we love, we love you so,
Our hearts with pride o're flow,
No matter where we go.
Oh! Fair New Mexico, we love, we love you so,
The grandest state we know — NEW MEXICO!
Rugged and high sierras, with deep canyons below,
Dotted with fertile valleys, is Nuevo Mejico.
Fields full of sweet alfalfa, Richest perfumes bestow,
State of apple blossoms, is Nuevo Mejico.
Chorus
Days that are full of heart-dreams, nights when the moon hangs low;
Beaming its benedictions, O'er Nuevo Mejico.
Land with its bright manana, Coming through weal and woe;
State of esperanza, Is Nuevo Mejico
Chorus
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Sort of cheery and exclamation pointy, isn't it, then?
Skies of azure, sunshine of gold...firey hearts and all that. Sounds pretty good, right?
Like any good "fight song" it sings of something of an ideal. Not reality.
I mean...the NMSU fight song...what with all its drinking to the Aggies winning is only half right, right?
But it says we're a state of esperanza (hope) and maybe that's true. A lot of folks move to the state with a hope of something. Peace. Quiet. Cheap land? They don't bargain for poor infrastructure and some backward thinking. And a blowhard of a governor now running for president.
But the push pull of the state...new vs old, tradition vs progress, is what keeps people on their toes.
And so it begins...the first post in my new blog about my home state. I have a lot of good memories, thoughts and lots of mental stuff to work out on these pages. Figured it best to start out explaining the source for the title of this blog.
And so....
Oh! Fair New Mexico. From green chile to fry bread to cerulean skies...yes, as a matter of fact, we do love you so........
photo by Karen Fayeth
