Indiana first song was at first the full song of Twinkle Twinkle. The song was at the time to be at a sadden tune to mourn the loss of ships and used for sorrow of the men who died in the American Civil War. Americans have jokingly signed Indiana as being 'The saddest state of all'. The song also had a moment of prayer in the middle of the song, now seen as a moment of silence.
Once 'On The Banks Of Wabash, Far Away' had become popular in the state of Indiana, it became the offical anthem of the Commonweath, replacing the Twinkle Twinkle.
Twinkle Twinkle[]
250px|right|thumb|Twinkle Twinkle
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark,
— Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away[]
250px|right|thumb|On The Banks Of The Wabash <poem> (Verse) Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields, In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool. Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood, Where I first received my lessons, nature's school. But one thing there is missing from the picture, Without her face it seems so incomplete. I long to see my mother in the doorway, As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet.
(Chorus) Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the banks of the Wabash, far away.
(Verse) Many years have passed since I strolled by the river, Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side, It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her, It was there I begged of her to be my bride. Long years have passed since I strolled thro' there churchyard. She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear, I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it, Still I'd give my future were she only here.