"Michigan, My Michigan" is a popular anthem in the State of Michigan, and erroneously believed by many to be Michigan's official state song. The actual state song, "My Michigan", was formally adopted in 1937 but remains relatively obscure, partially because of the misconception that the official song is "Michigan, My Michigan". A 2003 bill to make the song an official state song failed to pass.
History
Winifred Lee Brent Lyster of Detroit wrote the original 1862 lyrics of "Michigan, My Michigan" to the tune of "O Tannenbaum" (known in English as "O Christmas Tree"), and which was also the melody of "Maryland, My Maryland", a former state song of the state of Maryland. Her husband, Henry, was a physician who rose to be Medical Inspector and Acting Medical Director of III Corps in the Union Army. He served from the First Battle of Bull Run to the Battle of Appomattox Court House. Mrs. Lyster was inspired to write the song after the Battle of Fredericksburg.
Major James W. Long of Grand Rapids wrote new lyrics in 1886 but kept the original tune and original Civil War sentiment. In 1902, Douglas Malloch wrote the current lyrics for a convention of the Michigan State Federation of Woman's Clubs in Muskegon. He deemed them more suitable for a peacetime anthem. A new tune was also composed for the song by composer W. Otto Miessner of Detroit.
1862 lyrics
Home of my heart, I sing of thee! Michigan, My Michigan, Thy lake-bound shores I long to see, Michigan, my Michigan. From Saginaw’s tall whispering pines To Lake Superior’s farthest mines, Fair in the light of memory shines Michigan, my Michigan.
Thou gav’st thy sons without a sigh, Michigan, my Michigan, And sent thy bravest forth to die, Michigan, my Michigan. Beneath a hostile southern sky They bore thy banner proud and high, Ready to fight but never fly, Michigan, my Michigan.
From Yorktown on to Richmond’s wall, Michigan, my Michigan, They bravely fight, as bravely fall, Michigan, my Michigan. To Williamsburgh we point with pride— Our Fifth and Second, side by side, There stemmed and stayed the battle’s tide, Michigan, my Michigan.
When worn with watching traitor foes, Michigan, my Michigan, The welcome night brought sweet repose, Michigan, my Michigan. The soldier, weary from the fight, Sleeps sound, nor fears the rebels’ might, For "Michigan’s on guard tonight!" Michigan, my Michigan.
Afar on Shiloh’s fatal plain, Michigan, my Michigan, Again behold thy heroes slain, Michigan, my Michigan. "Their strong arms crumble in the dust, And their bright swords have gathered rust; Their memory is our sacred trust," Michigan, my Michigan.
And often in the coming years, Michigan, my Michigan, Some widowed mother ‘ll dry her tears, Michigan, my Michigan, And turning with a thrill of pride, Say to the children at her side, At Antietam your father died, For Michigan, our Michigan.
With General Grant’s victorious name, Michigan, my Michigan, Thy sons still onward march to fame, Michigan, my Michigan. And foremost in the fight we see, Where e’er the bravest dare to be, The sabres of thy cavalry, Michigan, my Michigan.
Dark rolled the Rappahannock’s flood, Michigan, my Michigan, The tide was crimsoned with thy blood, Michigan, my Michigan. Although for us the clay was lost, Still it shall be our broadest boast: At Fredericksburg our Seventh crossed! Michigan, my Michigan.
And when the happy time shall come, Michigan, my Michigan, That brings thy war-worn heroes home, Michigan, my Michigan, What welcome from their own proud shore, What honors at their feet we’ll pour, What tears for those who’ll come no more, Michigan, my Michigan.
A grateful country claims them now, Michigan, my Michigan, And deathless laurel binds each brow, Michigan, my Michigan; And history the tale will tell, Of how they fought and how they fell, For that dear land they loved so well, Michigan, my Michigan.
1886 lyrics
Land of my love, I sing of thee, Michigan, my Michigan; With lake-bound shore, I'm proud of thee, Michigan, my Michigan. The sweet winds whisper through thy pines, The jewels glitter in thy mines, And glory on thy chaplet shines— Michigan, my Michigan.
I've traveled all thy confines o'er, Michigan, my Michigan; From lake to lake, and shore to shore, Michigan, my Michigan. I've seen thy maimed, thy halt, thy blind, I’ve seen the ones bereft of mind, To all of them thou art so kind— Michigan, my Michigan.
Thou art so pure, but modest, too, Michigan, my Michigan; Thou art so brave and still so true, Michigan, my Michigan. No promise unfulfilled;—on trust Thy noble sons have bit the dust, Remembered are they. For thou art just— Michigan, my Michigan.