Last month, Maryland legislators rejected a proposal made by a class of fourth graders to change its state song. The concern was that the lyrics were too incendiary for 2009 and advocated the defeat of the anti-slavery, oppressive Northern states during the Civil War. The nine-stanza poem, “Maryland! My Maryland!” was written in 1861 was and adopted as the state song in 1939. Here are some of the more colorful verses (sung to the tune of “O Christmas Tree”):
The despot’s heel is on thy shore,
Maryland! [My Maryland!]
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland! [My Maryland!]
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Dear Mother! burst the tyrant’s chain,
Maryland! [My Maryland!]
Virginia should not call in vain,
Maryland! [My Maryland!]
She meets her sisters on the plain-
“Sic semper!” ’tis the proud refrain
That baffles minions back amain,
Arise in majesty again,
Maryland! My Maryland!
I hear the distant thunder-hum,
Maryland! [My Maryland!]
The Old Line’s bugle, fife, and drum,
Maryland! [My Maryland!]
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb-
Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum!
She breathes! she burns! she’ll come! she’ll come!
Maryland! My Maryland!
Maryland was one of the five slave-owning states that remained loyal to the Union during the Civil War; although the author of this poem, James Ryder Randall, obviously wished that that would not be the case. Imploring his state to “spurn the Northern scum” and join her sister state of Virginia in “burst[ing] the tyrant’s chain,” it is certainly embarrassing to be singing about the romantic appeal of the Confederacy in the age of Obama. Furthermore, even though President Lincoln took some extreme measures to combat the rebellion, including suspending the right of habeas corpus, to refer to him as a “despot” is neither politically correct nor historically justified.
The poem which was to replace this one was written in 1894 by a Maryland teacher. It includes these verses:
We dedicate our song to thee,
Maryland, my Maryland,
The home of light and liberty,
Maryland, my Maryland,
We love thy streams and wooded hills,
Thy mountains with their gushing rills,
Thy scenes — our heart with rapture fills — Maryland, my Maryland.
In twain the Chesapeake divides
Maryland, my Maryland,
While oceanward its water glides,
Maryland, my Maryland.
Yet we in thought and purpose one,
Pursue the work so well begun,
And may our state be ne’er outdone,
Maryland, my Maryland.
This version is certainly more sanitized, with descriptions of the natural beauty and of the “proud sons and daughters” cheering on the “ship of state.” Yet the problem with it is obvious: it is way too boring. Don’t get me wrong: when singing about your state you want to emphasize its character and the attachment that citizens feel to their home. But even if the 1861 poem was wishful thinking on the part of a revolutionary and glorifies the “gore” of a nation torn, that is what makes it appealing. It’s alive, vivid, deliberately provocative.
The question of whether to erase the legacies and symbolism of the Civil War—such as limiting the display of Confederate flags—is an important one. I believe that of the few people who actually have taken the chance to read or sing this song, very few of them would consider the Randall poem as anything other than one of history’s curiosities that can at worst be ignored and at best be reinterpreted in a twenty-first century reference frame to invigorate citizens to fight all forms of injustice. In any event, Maryland in 2009 has effectively become a Northern state—not that it matters, since sectional divisions are hardly as salient now as they were in the 1860s.
However, if lawmakers are still looking for an alternative song, they might try these rhymes on for size:
Our crabs are clean, but our bay is not,
Maryland, my Maryland.
We have horse races, and soon, slots,
Maryland, my Maryland.
Our drivers suck, especially,
Maryland, my Maryland.
But at least we’re right next to D.C.,
Maryland, my Maryland.