With a skill that knows no measure,
From the golden store of Fate 
God, in His great love and wisdom, 
Made the rugged Granite State; 
Made the lakes, the fields, the forests; 
Made the Rivers and the rills;
Made the bubbling, crystal fountains 
Of New Hampshire's Granite Hills.

Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire 
Old New Hampshire Grand and Great 
We will sing of Old New Hampshire, 
Of the dear old Granite State 

Builded He New Hampshire glorious
From the borders to the sea; 
And with matchless charm and splendor
Blessed her for eternity.
Here, the majesty of mountain;
Here, the grandeur of the lake;
Here, the truth as from the hillside
Whence her crystal waters break.

Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire 
Old New Hampshire Grand and Great 
We will sing of Old New Hampshire, 
Of the dear old Granite State