I have seen the dazzling beauty of the swiftly flying wheel,
I have seen its air-filled tires and its bars of flying steel;
And I know just how its rider, as he flies along, does feel
As he goes riding on.

Chorus:—
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah; so they go riding on.

I know that they are happy, happy, happy all the day,
I know they feel like singing “Yankee Doodle” all the way;
I know they are rejoicing that they did not stay away
As they go riding on.

Chorus.

So come, my brothers, sisters, all, and let us have some fun;
Come far out in the country bright for just a little “run,”
We surely shall reach home before the setting of the sun;
As we go riding on.