Grand state of Maine
Proudly we sing
To tell your praises to the land
To shout your phrases 'til the echos ring

Should fate unkind send us to roam
The scent of the fragrant Pine
And the tang of the salty sea will call us home.

Old Pine tree state, your woods field and hills
You lakes, streams and rock bound coast
Will ever fill out hearts with thrills
And though we seek far and wide our search will be in vain
To find a fairer spot on earth than
Maine, Maine, Maine.

Good grief, I haven't thought of that song since grade school!

Then of course, there's the Maine Stein Song which Rudy Valley made famous.