SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS 
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Broad old Texas, grand old plain. 
Sons of men revere thy name, 
Land of history and flowers, too. 
Grand old Texas—we love you. 
From western range, thru rocky dells, 
To where the old Gulf rolls and swells. 
All nature ’neath her sky so blue. 
Sings grand old Texas — I love you. 
Though thru foreign lands I roam, 
“The Lone Star State” is still my home. 
So when my sands of life have run. 
Lay me beneath the Texas sun. 
While blue bonnets bright cover my mound. 
Let no sad tears fall on the ground. 
But sing this song as my soul floats by. 
Dear old Texas in your bosom I lie. 
—Mary B. Ferris. 
Local Blue Bonnets 
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