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 The peacock is the most beauti- 
 ful bird and the most lordly known. 
 
 The Queen of Sheba brought gifts 
 of peacocks to Solomon at their cel- 
 ebrated meeting. 
 
 Cleopatra was carried on a, litter 
 by her slaves, accompanied by a 
 flock of a thousand peacocks on 
 whose necks a tiny golden bell 
 tinkled. 
 
 Royalty everywhere had attend- 
 ants who held peacock feather fans 
 and stirred the air for their lords. 
 
 The colors of all the precious jew- 
 els' are found in their plumage. 
 
 They were sometimes served in 
 their feathers at the feasts of kings 
 and queens. 
 
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Peacocks are sacred birds in tii6 
 Orient, and lie who kills one does it 
 at the peril of his life. 
 
 I have raised many of them. 'Hen- 
 ry Ford, the peace man, has some 
 of mine on his great farm along 
 with birds of other lands. 
 
 The peacock is carved on the 
 tombs of many of the early chris- 
 tians because it is the emblem of 
 IMMORTALITY. 
 
 The peacock is the emblem I use 
 on all my writings for it signifies the 
 love of the beautiful, and great 
 things, and IMMORTALITY which 
 all seek for. 
 
 A FARM PHILOSOPHER 
 
 Have you read Mrs. Kepley's book 
 "A Farm Philosopher"? This is one 
 of the books that will never die — 
 It is ihistory, it is poetry, philosophy, 
 facts, and it is tied to the land. It 
 is full of great ideas and is up to the 
 last best thing. $1.50 postpaid — 
 send to Effingham book store or to 
 the author. 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 "SONGS consecrate us to Truth 
 and Liberty. "--Shelley. , 
 
 Always people sing and they love 
 to commemorate their homes and 
 native lands and beloved places 
 and things in song. All Nations 
 have songs but of those which com- 
 memorate beloved places and 
 ideals, the English sing "Hail 
 Britainia" and "London Bridge'; 
 the Scotch sing "Flow Gently Sweet 
 Afton" and "Ye Banks and Braes o' 
 Bonnie Doon. The Irish sing "The 
 Harp tliat once thru Tara's Halls" 
 and "Donny Brook Fair"; the 
 French "The Moselle River"; the 
 Austrians "The Blue Danube"; the 
 "Swiss" "The Alpen Horn' and 
 "Chamouni"; the Germans, "The 
 Watch on the Rhine"; Alsace-Lor- 
 raine, "The Blue Alsatian Moun- 
 tains '; and other peoples have sim- 
 ilar songs. In this country we have 
 abo.ve all "America" and then the 
 states have their songs, "Illinois" to 
 the melody of "Baby iMine", "My 
 Old Kentucky Home", and so have 
 all the other states songs. All col- 
 leges have songs, and they 
 interpolate the names of their 
 own particular Alma Mater in 
 them. So far as this writer 
 knows, Effingham and Effingham 
 County is the first section of the 
 earth to have its own songs and song 
 book. The hope is to excite a great, 
 5 
 
er love and appreciation of tu© iuwa 
 and the whole County of Efllngham 
 and a larger effort to develop her 
 people and their opportunities of 
 growth, and also to g've both a 
 higher place in the earth. The 
 ^ongs are not perfect in rhyme or 
 rhythm but they will sing. The lim- 
 itation of their subject restricts 
 language. Old familiar melodies 
 that are dear to the heart are large- 
 ly used, for they are singable and be- 
 loYed. Melodies by our own Amer- 
 ican composers are used most, for 
 in their appeal to the affections they 
 are largely supreme. The melodies 
 not of our own, are those loved and 
 sung by everybody because they are 
 from the heart. It is the hope of the 
 writer, that this little book will be 
 the parent of many others of its kind 
 in America, and elsewhere, for be it 
 remembered "The patriot's boast, 
 where'er we roam, his first best 
 country ever is his home." — ^Gold. 
 smith. 
 
 So let us learn and sing these 
 songs, and love our homes better; 
 let all learn to love home more and 
 compose songs in its honor that will 
 mayhap live forever. 
 
 These songs of Effingham, town 
 and county are written by Ada H. 
 Kepley, except those credited to 
 other writers. A copy of this book 
 is filed in the National Library at 
 Washington, D. C, and in the State 
 Historical Society at Springfield, Il- 
 linois, for it is HISTORY. 
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EFFINGHAM — COUNTY & TOWN 
 
 Melody — Illinois, or Baby Mine 
 
 Effingham was named for Lord Ef- 
 fingham, who commanded the Brit- 
 ish Fleet which destroyed tfhe Span- 
 ish Armament or Armada in ihe year 
 1588. 
 
 On the sea our name began, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 It was of a mighty man 
 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 Of tftie lordly land of Spain 
 
 Her Armada he had slain 
 
 And he gave tO' ue his name, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 And he gave to us his name, 
 Effingham. 
 
 We are planited at t(he center, 
 Effingham, Effingham. . 
 
 Of old mother earth so grand, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 So you need aot wotnder why 
 
 We now raise a mighty cry 
 
 And declare we shall not die, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 And declare we shall not die,* « 
 
 Effingham. 
 
 We have fertile field® and farms, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 Nature gave us scenes of beauty, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 
 We have people kind and true. 
 
 And we call aloud to you 
 
 * It is said small cities will die out 
 because of parcel post and mail or- 
 der business. 
 
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•^0 shai'e tiiese biessings too, ^ 
 
 Effingham, Eflangham. 
 To share these iblessings too, 
 Effingham. 
 
 We ihave splendid schooils and 
 churches, 
 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 We have noble men and women, 
 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 Who planted the good seed 
 That our nation soon shall need 
 And that made our people grand, 
 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 And that made our people grand, 
 Effingham. 
 
 Come and swell this goodly chorus, 
 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 To the days that spread before us, 
 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 By our words and by our deeds 
 Those who follow us shall read 
 That we saw the hand of God, 
 Effingham, Effingham. 
 That we saw the hand of God, 
 Effingham. 
 
 THE GOOD OliD TOWIV 
 
 OF EFFINGHAM 
 
 Melody-^The Choinis in '*It's a Long 
 liong Way to Tipperary." 
 
 Why do you go a-roaming when you 
 
 have a place to go? 
 Just the good old town of Effingham 
 No better place I know. 
 The center of the earth, sir 
 With all good things in tow 
 8 
 
Just the good old town of Eflangham, 
 
 sir, 
 I'll swear by high ani low. 
 
 The girls are all so nice and pretty 
 The boys we love and know 
 They're just bright hustling fellows 
 The kind that make things go. 
 Let men and women start to rustle 
 Unite and start a blow 
 There's a bright, bright day for Ef- 
 fingham, sir. 
 Let's loose and let her go. 
 
 O my! O my! don't come and whin- 
 
 ney 
 That old and sickly theme 
 ^'There's nothing here in Effingham, 
 
 sir" 
 'Tis nothing but a dream. 
 Let us all lay down and boo! hoo! 
 
 hoo! sir, 
 Lets have an awful scream 
 For we take no stock in Effingham, 
 
 sir 
 Her future is a dream." 
 
 Come! Get a vision of a factory 
 
 Then, work to bring it true 
 
 And you'll find 'twill not be long, 
 
 sir 
 'Till we get that factory too. 
 Just lay hold all together 
 And push and pull and soon 
 The good old town of Effingham, 
 
 sir. 
 Will be fuller than the moon. 
 
 One factory soon will fetch another. 
 That's just the way they do. 
 They get their good strength from 
 each other 
 
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They work just like men do 
 
 So away with groans and growling 
 
 Let's raise a big halloo. 
 
 We're one and all for EfQngham, sir 
 
 We'll boost her big and true. 
 
 I yes! You bet we're jolly boosters 
 
 We've something big to do 
 
 We'll boost and boost old Eflangham, 
 
 sir, 
 'Till you'll want to boost her too. 
 We're happy and we are jolly 
 'Cause we've something big to do 
 We Boost! We Boost! for EflBngham 
 
 sir, 
 Come! Be a Booster too. 
 
 Effingham Illinois is suburban to 
 four great cities, Chicago, St. Louis, 
 Indianapolis and Terre Haute. 
 
 Eflangham is at the" meeting of 2 
 great railroad lines, the I. C. R. R. 
 and the Pennsylvania lines. 
 
 Central time should be named Ef- 
 fingham time, said a scientist. 
 
 All the Gulf and East Coast rail- 
 roads of the United States centre in- 
 to Effingham. 
 
 You will hear Effingham called at 
 all great Railroad centers, as North 
 and South, East and West its rail- 
 roads go round the earth. 
 
 Effingham Town and County has 
 an interesting little history. 
 
 Write to the Effingham Improve- 
 ment Association and get one free. 
 Ada H. Kepley, Pres. E. I. A. 
 Mrs. Paul Partridge, Sec'y. 
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JOHN, A MAN, or MY EFFINGHAM 
 
 Melody — ^My Maryland 
 
 My neighbor, John, he is a man 
 
 Effingham — My Effingham 
 
 Who says to all: Do what you can 
 Effingham — My Effingham 
 He is a Booster, tried and true 
 He'll fill you full of Boosting too. 
 You couldn't make him feel "so 
 
 blue." 
 Effingham — My Effingham 
 
 John says our town is just O. K. 
 Effingham — My Effingham 
 And all that's needed is to say 
 Effingham — My Effingham 
 I'll be a Booster, "yes I will' 
 I'll do my best, I will, I will 
 I'll help to haul her up the hill. 
 Effingham— ^My Effingham 
 
 John says "I can't" is "Tommy Rot' 
 
 Effingham — ^My Effingham 
 
 We ought to nail upon the spot 
 
 Effingham — ^My Effingham 
 
 The man or woman who will say 
 
 "You can't, you can't," from day to 
 
 day 
 But teach each one and all to say 
 * I can, I can,' — My Effingham. 
 
 When we believe^^ — then others will 
 
 Effingham — 'My Effingham 
 
 And factories rise on every hill 
 
 Effingham — My Effingham 
 
 Haste on the day wnen "can" shall 
 
 rule 
 For "can't" we'll leave to doubting 
 
 fools '— 
 
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Rush on the time when growth, our 
 
 tool, 
 Shall carve a greater Eflangham. 
 
 All hail to John, he is a man 
 EflSngham — ^My Effingham 
 Who helps to bring the best he can 
 To Effingliam,-^My Effinglianft. 
 He is a "Booster" tried and. true 
 And he thie best will bring to you. 
 Let's follow him and "Boost' on too 
 Effingham — iMy Effingham. 
 
 This song can be sung to any 
 town by inserting the name in place 
 of Effingham. 
 
 IS YOUR HEADMGHT ON BEHIND 
 
 Melody — Marchiag Thru Georgia 
 
 — Text — 
 "The lightning bug is brilliant 
 
 But he hasn't any ;mind 
 He blunders througJi existence 
 
 With his head'lig'ht on behind." 
 
 Author not known. 
 * * * ^ 
 
 There are men who would be bril- 
 liant 
 
 If they'd only use their mind 
 
 But like the bug they blunder on 
 
 With their head lights hung behind. 
 
 They say you can't you can't 
 
 You cannot do a thing 
 
 Because they have their headlights 
 on behind. 
 
 Ohorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll 
 boost old Effingham, 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give old 
 can't a slam; 
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We'll tang our hetadhghts on bofore 
 We'll boost the town along, 
 
 Because, we tiang our headlights on 
 before. 
 
 Yon show the kicker great big things 
 
 But he doesn't change his minu 
 He can't see if he wanted to 
 
 For his headlig'ht's hunig behind. 
 He says, you can't! You can't! You 
 can't! 
 
 You cannot do a thing 
 For his jolly head-lights hung 
 
 Right on behind. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 Come, now you boosters one and a;ll 
 
 Whose 'headlights shine before 
 And show the way to splendid things 
 
 You might have seen before. 
 Fill up your lamps, light uip the way, 
 
 There'r glorious things galore; 
 You can't begin to «ount them all 
 
 Thougli your headlights hang be- 
 fore. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 Come, all you kickers, douse your 
 glim 
 ^r hang it on before. 
 Come, help to boost the town along 
 
 Oh! hanjg your lights before. 
 We want to help each other on 
 
 Let's work as ne'er before; 
 And we'll hang our headligthts up 
 
 And down before us. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
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*'I WILL" KILLED OLD CAN'T 
 
 Dedicated to the Oity of Chicago 
 
 With Its Splendid Slogan 
 
 *'I WiU" 
 
 Melody: "Tenting on the Old Camp 
 Ground" 
 
 There's many a thing we want to 
 
 have 
 While we dwell here below. 
 And there's a way if we know how 
 To get that thing to go. 
 But Old- Can't killed it, Old Can't 
 
 killed it. 
 He killed it dead. Oh, oh, oh, 
 Old Can't killed it. Old Can't killed 
 
 it, 
 He killed it dead. Oh, oh, oh. 
 
 Now the way to do is to kill Old 
 Can't 
 
 Just hit him with I will. 
 
 And if he don't die you will surely 
 know why. 
 
 Just hit him with I will. 
 
 Or you'll have to sing, Old Can't kill- 
 ed it, 
 
 Can't killed it. Oh, oh, oh. 
 
 Old Can't killed it, Old Can't killed it 
 
 Killed it, Oh, oh, oh. 
 
 Just rustle up to Old I Can't 
 
 And knock him with I will 
 
 And it is sure you'll have to laugh 
 
 To see him fall so chill. 
 
 For I Will killed him, I WiU killed 
 
 him. 
 Killed him, ho, ho, ho, 
 I Will killed him, I WiU killed him. 
 Killed him good and daad, ho, ho. 
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THANKSGIVING SONG 
 
 Melody — "Old Lang Syne.*' 
 
 November 25, 1915, Effingham Busi- 
 ness Men's Association Banquet. 
 
 We gather here from far and near. 
 
 To spend an hour together 
 
 What e'er we are outside I'm sure 
 
 In here we all are brother. 
 
 We meet to boom old Effingham 
 
 We feast and sup together 
 
 It is the good Thanksgiving time 
 
 Draws us to one another, 
 
 — Ohorus — 
 
 So hail the good Thanksgiving time. 
 
 It is the grandest day 
 
 Of all the days we celebrate 
 
 In our America. 
 
 We know quite well whose hand it is 
 Has kept us through the years 
 And gave us homes and happiness 
 With naught to wake our fears 
 We raise a voice in thankfulness 
 We jojn with heart and hand 
 To waken up old Effingham 
 To take a higher stand. 
 
 — Chorus — 
 
 The Pilgrim fathers could they see 
 
 Us gathered here together 
 
 Would surely have some funny 
 
 thoughts 
 And make a mighty blether 
 Electric lights and telegraphs 
 Railroads and things that-sing 
 Oood gracious they could not be 
 
 blamed 
 If they should say "By Jing." 
 15 
 
— CJiorus — 
 And if they thot Auld Nickey Ben 
 
 (the devil) 
 Had fooled us all together 
 What would they think to know that 
 
 we 
 Had tied the world together 
 And used a funny little 'tic' 
 Ben Franklin caught on high 
 When he went rummaging about 
 The starry sprinkled sky? 
 
 — 'Ohorus — 
 
 I'll warrant you they'd know mince 
 
 pie 
 And pumpkin pie and "taters" 
 And turkey birds and sausages 
 And maybe apple fritters 
 But Laws-a-daisy here's ice cream 
 and Saratoga Chips 
 And stacks and stacks of frivol 
 
 things 
 They never heard of yet. 
 
 — Chorus — 
 But all the same they thanked the 
 Lord 
 Aa we do here tonight 
 And ate and drank as heartily 
 On good Old Plymouth Rock 
 And Bunker Hill and Boston town 
 As EflSnghamers do 
 It's just the good Thanksgiving time 
 They did just like we do. 
 
 — ^Ohorus — 
 
 Here's to the good old turkey bird, 
 That graced the old time feasts 
 Who gobbled just the very same 
 As turkeys do today. 
 They are of all the birds and game 
 The finest, on the day 
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We call the good Thanksgiving time 
 Where ever we may be 
 — ^Ohorus — 
 
 And so We raise our voices now 
 In this Thanksgiving chorus 
 I'm sure that every one of us 
 Knows just what is before us, 
 We mean to stir this good old town 
 To get right up and go 
 For everything we want to have 
 And we'll get it too, we know, 
 — Chorus — 
 This song is suitable for use any- 
 where by changing the name of the 
 town to your own. 
 
 NEVER SAY CAN'T 
 Melody — ^Little Biown Jug: 
 
 (Dedicated to All Boosters) 
 
 Oh, there was a man he owned a calf 
 Ha, Ha, this tale will make you laugh 
 That calf kept bawling all the day 
 "You can't, you can't" twas all it 
 
 could sa,y. 
 
 (The bawling of a calf is heard) 
 It made that man feel awful bad 
 To hear the bawling of that calf 
 He got the "Jim Jams' from that 
 
 bawl 
 Could hardly sleep or think at all 
 
 (Calf Bawls) 
 His business almost went to smash 
 Because of that young bawling calf 
 All night all day is kept it up 
 It surely was some awful stuff 
 
 (Calf Bawls) 
 
 One day a man said "can't" to him 
 
 At once he blacked him in the glim 
 
 He smashed his nose 
 
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He broke his toes 
 
 Oh, my, it was an awful thing. 
 
 (Calf Bawls) 
 The neighbors said: "You kill that 
 
 CAlf" 
 We fear 'twill set the town quite mad 
 To hear "can't, can't" is awful bad 
 No wonder that it sets men mad. 
 (Calf bawls and bawls.) 
 
 (The calf's bawling is made to 
 imitate "You Can't.") 
 
 THE LITTIiE WABASH RIVER 
 
 (Thin is the little river that flows 
 through Effingham County) 
 
 Melody — Swanee River 
 
 Down on the Little Wabash River, 
 
 I love tot roam, 
 
 There I wandered with my sister and 
 
 brother 
 And all the dear ones at home. 
 There in the sunny summer weather 
 Hapipy and gay, 
 Fishing, singing, (swrmiming late and 
 
 early 
 By its sunny banks we'djstray. 
 
 CHORUS: 
 
 Oh we love the Little Wabash River, 
 
 Though we're far from home. 
 
 For, up and down its shady banks so 
 
 lovely. 
 We had a happy time. 
 
 All along the Little Wahash River 
 Birds trilled their somg, 
 Oh, how the hapipy hearts of child- 
 hood 
 Reveled by it all day long. 
 Down In the ripples and the hollows 
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Flashed the- finny game, 
 
 There we cast our hooks and lines 
 
 together 
 Angling for the flashing game. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 There oft we rambled with our 
 mates 
 
 With hearts full of love, 
 
 And 'oft we felt within our souls 
 
 Joy like from heaven above. 
 
 While the green boughs softly wav- 
 ed above us. 
 
 We woive fair dreams 
 
 Of what the years were holding for 
 us 
 
 Far from these childish days. 
 
 CHORUS: 
 
 Now on our heads old time has 
 
 sprinkled 
 Snow from his hand. 
 But in our hearts the fires eternal 
 Of love and friendship burn. 
 No, the years can't spoil or chill our 
 
 ardor 
 For the dear old days, 
 When we wandered by the Little 
 
 Wabash River 
 Fair happy stream always. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 "I care not who writes the liter- 
 ature of a people, let me write her 
 songs." — Author not known. 
 
 These songs of Eflangham Town 
 and County are written by Ada H. 
 Kepley, except those credited to oth- 
 er writers. 
 
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KANNAGOA LAKE 
 
 (Dedicated to the author of the Old 
 Swimming Hole, J, Whitcomb Riley) 
 (Melody — ^My Bonnie) 
 Kanagga Lake, a well known re- 
 sort for old and young, near Effing- 
 ham. 
 
 When I was a wee little laddie 
 
 I loved every summer to go 
 
 Down the road to our dear Lake 
 
 Kanagsra 
 Aicooutered as boys love to go. 
 Chorus: 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You bring back my childhood to me, 
 
 to me, 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You bring back my childhood to me. 
 
 My mates they were jolly good fel- 
 lows. 
 
 They loved old Kanagga like me. 
 
 And when we got free from our mo- 
 thers 
 
 Away to Kanagga we'd flee. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 
 Oh, sweet is thy memory to me, to 
 me. 
 Kanagga, Kanagga. 
 
 Oh, sweet is thy memory to me. 
 
 We woulfd fish, but we loved ibest to 
 
 "holler", 
 To splash in the water and swim. 
 To paddle about on a big raft 
 We'd put in a big lot of vim. 
 Chorus: 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 20 
 
You bring back my childhood to me, 
 
 to me. 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You bring back my childhood to me. 
 And when we grew older we'd picnic 
 With the girls we loved best for a 
 
 day 
 We'd stuff ourselves full with the 
 
 goodies, 
 Our sweethearts had fixed for our 
 
 stay. 
 Chorus: 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You bring back those dear days to 
 
 me, to me, 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You bring back my lost youth to me. 
 vV^e are far from the bauKs of Old 
 
 Kanagga, 
 We're men and we're women today 
 But we love to revisit dear Kanagga 
 And bring back those bright youth- 
 ful days. 
 Chorus: 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 Oh, dear are thy waters to me, to me 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You bring back my young days to 
 
 me. 
 And when we have finished our earth 
 
 life 
 . And gone to that heavenly clime 
 We will meet, we are sure, our old 
 
 comrades 
 With whom we had such a good time. 
 Chorus: 
 
 Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 We had such a happy time, 
 
 Oh, Kanagga, Kanagga, 
 You'll outlast the borders of time. 
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THE liEOEND OF SALT GREEK 
 WATER 
 
 Melody — 'Massa's in the Cold, Cold 
 Ground." 
 
 A large and pretty creek of EfBng- 
 tiam county, and near Effingham. 
 
 A youth and a maiden once were 
 roaming. 
 
 Where the Salt Creek flowed. 
 
 Sad, she wept, her doleful fate be- 
 moaning. 
 
 For her lover meant to go. 
 
 Far in stranger lands he'd wander. 
 
 Seeking wealth and fame 
 
 She to stay at home and wait and 
 wonder 
 
 When her lover would return. 
 
 She, the love-lorn maid, entreated 
 Her sweetheart now to stay, 
 Where his friends and kin were liv- 
 ing. 
 And he'd be with her alway. 
 But he said "I seek my fortune 
 And it is not here. 
 And, after all, I tell you, darling 
 It is for you, I hold so dear. 
 
 Sad, the maiden sought Black 
 Feather, 
 
 An Indian she had healed 
 
 Of an almost fatal wound and sick- 
 ness 
 
 Got upon the battle field. 
 
 "Oh," she said, "Come charm my 
 lover. 
 
 Keep him here at home 
 
 For far away for fame and fortune 
 
 He is now about to roam." 
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Said the Indian Chief, Black Feather 
 "Take this branch of oak, 
 Breathe your lover's name upon it 
 Three times when the moon is low. 
 Cast it in the running water 
 Watch it float away, 
 Then give your love a draught of 
 
 water 
 From this stream three times one 
 
 day." 
 
 Into Salt Crek water, now the 
 
 maiden 
 Cast the magic branch 
 Gave her lover three drinks from it 
 And no more he longed to stray 
 But at home with her and kindred 
 Lived and loved nor strayed 
 Far away to seek for fame and for- 
 tune. 
 Won it where he lived and stayed. 
 
 But the Indian charm stayed in the 
 
 water. 
 And if you would stray 
 Far away for fame and fortune 
 Shun that charmed stream alway 
 Salt Creek water holds the magic 
 That keeps us all at home 
 And if you should drink its charmed 
 
 waters, 
 Never would you seek to roam. 
 
 This song was sent to the author 
 through the mail. It has not been 
 possible to get the name of the 
 writer. It is a pretty story of our 
 little river and a geography lesson 
 as well. 
 
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THE LITTIiE WABASH BIA ER 
 
 Melody — When you and I were 
 Young, Maggie 
 
 Thru the flats of Shelby County 
 Thru the fields of Effingham* 
 I spread my plenteous bounty, 
 When my bed the Spring floods 
 dam. 
 I ramble on thru lands in Clay* 
 
 . And still my largess offer 
 Thru Wayne* I make my winding 
 way. 
 And fill the farmer's coffer. 
 
 Thru the heat of summer weather; 
 
 Thru the frost and winter's snow 
 Thru the woodland, hither, thither. 
 
 Still I ever onward go 
 Ever duty lies before me, 
 
 And behind I leave glad hearts, 
 And deep happiness steals o'er thee 
 
 When we all do well our parts. 
 
 Thru the flats, the valleys, the ridges 
 
 Thru the marl, the clay and the 
 rock; 
 'Neath the drooping branches, brldg' 
 ©s, 
 
 I receive oft many a shock; 
 But I always keep on trying. 
 
 Always plodding slowly on, 
 Never resting, never lying. 
 
 Always moving till I've gone 
 
 To the distant, far, Ohio; 
 
 Where I reach my journey's end. 
 Thus from Shelby* in embryo. 
 
 Did I start my way to wend. 
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I 
 And I did my utmost duty, 
 
 Never offering any harm; 
 Dressed the fields in glowing beauty. 
 Blessed the city and the farm. 
 
 A DRUMMER. 
 ♦Counties of Illinois. 
 
 The bells have come down the ag- 
 es with religion and patriotism, with 
 joy and sorrow and exultation. 
 When a little child I heard ail the 
 bells in the town ringing one after- 
 noon. I ran to my mother to ask 
 why. She said: "1 think the Atlan- 
 tic cable has gone through." It was 
 so, a id that is the reason the bells 
 all clanged with joy. The Old Lib- 
 erty Bell is dear to us. The chiming 
 of the bells everywhere call us to 
 God, so of our own bells. 
 
 THE BELIi OF THE TOWN HALL 
 EFFINGHAM 
 
 The following lines were written 
 to celebrate the passing of the Old 
 Liberty Bell through Effingham Nov. 
 21, 1915, on its way home from 
 the San Francisco Exposition. Two 
 women rang the bell of the town 
 when the train pulled in and until 
 the bell was gone, to baptize it in- 
 to the spirit of the Old Bell, which is 
 now voiceless, and to awaken all 
 who heard it to a memory of what 
 the Old Bell means to all. 
 
 Oh, the Bell, the Bell of Effingham 
 Its notes rang out loud and clear 
 It welcomed with joy the Old Liber- 
 ty Bell 
 And sent its message on to men. 
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Hark the bell is ringing 
 
 Ringing sweet ana clear 
 
 Love God, love your brother. 
 
 Do good to each other. 
 
 Said the bell of Effingham, so dear. 
 
 THE BEIiliS OF EFFINGHAM 
 
 Melody — My Old Kentucky Home 
 
 (A Town and comnty song) 
 iFar aad near over ail the land, 
 I hear the bells loudly ring 
 iFrom tower and steeple, high and 
 
 low. 
 Their notes call to us to go. 
 And join the hosts in singing 
 And join the hosts that pray. 
 Love God, love your brother, 
 iDo good to each other, 
 The bells of Effingham loudly say. 
 
 Down the aiges keeping time witl^ 
 
 men 
 The oeills ring oult to every land. 
 Oh, peace, good will to men from 
 
 God above 
 Shall bring the Christ with us to 
 
 dwell. 
 Look aloft my brother^ heaven draw- 
 
 eth nigh. 
 Love God, love your brother, 
 Do good to each other. 
 The bells of Effing'ham loudly say. 
 
 We hear the school bells rin^ging 
 
 (sweet and clear, 
 They call to our children so dear. 
 To hasten away and join the happy 
 
 throng, 
 
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That flock to our schools each day. 
 Hapipy, happy children, over ail our 
 
 land, 
 Lo,ve God, love your brother, 
 Do gfood to each other. 
 The bells of Eflang'ham loudly say. 
 Sweet the bells are ringing in, the 
 
 tower, 
 A wedding is on to-day. 
 And a youith and a maid 
 Their plighted vowfi have said 
 And a new home is set to stay. 
 Joy, the bells are ringing, 
 Joy, that seeims to say, 
 LOive God, love your brother, 
 Do good to each other. 
 The bells of EflQngham sweetly say. 
 
 Anid naw the bell's are toUinig soft 
 
 anJd, low 
 A isoul has taken it's flight. 
 And 'Out from all that troubled it 
 
 'below 
 Has heav'nward gone from our sight, 
 So the bells arei tolling, 
 Tolling soft and low. 
 Lo,ve God, love your brother, 
 Do good to each other. 
 The bells of EflQngham solemn say. 
 And now we hear so joyful in our 
 
 land. 
 The clanginig of bells loud and clear. 
 A new day dawns, it comes, it draw- 
 
 eth near, 
 Amd it showers blessings down on 
 
 men. 
 Clang, the. bells are clanging 
 Clanging loud amd clear. 
 Love God, love your brother. 
 Do good to eacih other, 
 Clang, the bells of Efflngha-m so dear. 
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THE OliD PIONEER 
 
 Dedicated to all pioneer men and 
 women of the United States of 
 America for they made our civiliza- 
 tion possible. 
 
 Melody— Blue Bells of Scotland 
 
 Oh where and oh where has the 
 
 good old Pioneer gone, 
 Oh where and oh where has the 
 
 good old Pioneer gone. 
 He has vanished from the mountains 
 He has gone from out the vales, 
 And we sing Jiis praises 
 For he gave us what he won. 
 
 He left his home and country, the 
 
 good old Pioneer 
 He grappled with a new land, did 
 
 the good old Pioneer. 
 He fought the savage Indis^n, 
 He tamed the wildest field, 
 He brought peace and plenty 
 To our dear native land. 
 
 His little log cabin was free to all 
 
 who came, 
 He fed all his guests on the very 
 
 best wild game, 
 The bear, the wolf, the panther. 
 Sought often for his frame 
 But with his good old rifle 
 They fought a losing game. 
 
 Oh, kind was the heart of the good 
 
 old pioneer. 
 He had not much to go on but he 
 
 had a hand to cheer, 
 A brother who was needy 
 Could always bank on him, 
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He did all he could 
 Although his purse was slim. 
 
 A house full of children had the 
 
 good old Pioneer 
 He counted them his treasures did 
 
 the good old Pioneer. 
 'Twas Jim and John and Sally, 
 And Tom and Dick and Joe, 
 And Polly, Ann and Becky, 
 And Ellen, Jane and Cloe. 
 
 His clothes were made of homespun. 
 And he wore a coon-skin hat, 
 
 His feet were shod in moccasins, and 
 his stockings wool at that. 
 
 He loved his wife and children 
 
 He held them very dear 
 
 He fought when he had to 
 
 Or I would not tell it here. 
 
 The wife, we can tell you, of the 
 
 good old Pioneer, 
 Was a woman brave and steady said 
 
 the good old Pioneer. 
 She kept his little cabin 
 She wove and made his clothes, 
 She raised their many children 
 To be men and maids of worth. 
 
 The sons and the daughters of the 
 
 good old Pioneer, 
 Had fun in good plenty and did not 
 
 lack for cheer. 
 They hunted and they "wrastled" 
 They spun and wove and sewed 
 They cleared the land and plowed It 
 And they loved to dance and sing. 
 
 Oh, surely, we honor the good old 
 Pioneer, 
 
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For lie was the hero wqo blazed the 
 
 way so clear. 
 We ought to sing his praises, 
 And sound them far and near. 
 For there's no man we owe so much 
 As the good old Pioneer. 
 
 The men and the women, who were 
 
 good old Pioneers, 
 Served God true and steady as did 
 
 all old Pioneers. 
 They left a Godly Nation 
 For all the world to see. 
 And now in these our good times 
 We sound their praise so free. 
 
 TEUTOPOLIS 
 
 Melody! — O, Tanneiibauin 
 
 This is the first local song, so far 
 as is known, ever written in Effing- 
 ham County. This song was written 
 by the Rev. Father Francis Albers O. 
 F. M., in German, and was sung at 
 the great jubilee celebration at Teu- 
 topolis in bonor of the building of 
 their splendid Cathedral, which was 
 fifty years old in 1902. 
 
 This great church with its pipe or- 
 gan and beautiful interior decora- 
 tions, is the joy and pride of the 
 German catholic people of Efflgham 
 County, as from it has gone out con- 
 gregations and churches everywhere 
 thruout the county and in farther 
 places. 
 
 The lime used to build this great 
 church was burned on Limestone 
 Creek, Mason township, and was 
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hauled from there to Teutopolis by 
 wagon from the kilns where it was 
 burned. Devoted people everywhere 
 contributed to the building of the 
 church which was the third erected, 
 the first of log, the second of log 
 and lumber, and the third and last 
 this one. 
 
 A peculiar affection and devotion 
 binds these Catholic people togeth- 
 er; the tie of the old home land, the 
 old pioneer hardships, and their re- 
 ligion draw them together as one 
 family and they love each other, and 
 Teutopolis is the center of all they 
 love and is the center from which 
 has gone out great things for their 
 religion. 
 
 This translation from the origin- 
 al German tells their own story. Ada 
 H. Kepley, translator. 
 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 
 Now raise your voice in joyful song 
 
 This is thy day of jubilee 
 
 For fifty years have come and gone 
 
 We welcome all from far and near. 
 
 Who come rejoicing with us here. 
 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 From Cincinnati came they here 
 The old and faithful pioneers, 
 Washefort, Bergfeldt, Uptmor too 
 And there was Bockmann made the 
 
 four. 
 They, everyone, were brave and true 
 Not rich, but strong, and workers 
 
 too. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopplis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
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They bought the land with forests 
 
 too, 
 They toiled both late and early 
 The trees were cut and buildings 
 
 grew, 
 Oh, weary were the workers 
 They planted corn, potatoes too. 
 Just as the good old Germans do, 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 They feasted on fat meat and corn 
 
 Potato cakes were plenty. 
 
 And soon a wind-mill graced the 
 
 morn. 
 And then the bread was wheaten. 
 Fresh meat was shot, of deer and 
 
 bear 
 That hid within the woodland there. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 The wolves ran howling to and fro 
 Affrighting old and young folks. 
 They havoc wrought with stock of 
 
 all. 
 But guns soon brought them to their 
 
 fall 
 And poison snakes were slaugbtered 
 
 too 
 And wolves and snakes soon fled a- 
 
 way 
 Delig'hting everybody there, 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 
 And now a town began to rise, 
 
 A house belonged to everyman. 
 
 And soon a school house reared its 
 
 head. 
 To which the children gathered. 
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Six lads and lassies were just all 
 But bright and handsome, quick to 
 
 learn, 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 Now wagons, horses, oxen too, 
 Came in with goods high laden. 
 To serve these good old pioneers 
 St. Louis sent her choicest wares. 
 Thru field, and flood and bush and 
 
 break. 
 The wagons slowly toiled each day, 
 With mud holes all along the way. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 
 
 It was just fifty years ago 
 
 This grand old church was builded 
 
 And Father Kuenster at the mass 
 
 The holy service rendered. 
 
 The third time this a church was 
 
 built 
 To worship God in holy ilk, 
 The Christ to serve was thy desire, 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 
 
 What shall be said about our war. 
 That some one said was frightful? 
 They thought the organ pipes w^ere 
 
 guns, 
 The scare was something awful. 
 
 There was a mighty "pow-wow- 
 
 wow" 
 That ended in a great "haw-haw" 
 There was no war, 'twas all a fake. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 
 
 In 1858, the sons of good St. Fran- 
 cis, 
 Built them a little house to serve 
 And do the will of God to men. 
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And others came and jollied with 
 
 them 
 And now they reach out far and 
 
 near. 
 And on and on they move from here. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 
 
 A college now rose high and grand. 
 The young men to awaken, 
 To life's most great and noble cause 
 And priests and teacners called to 
 
 all. 
 To learn what is most excellent. 
 To love God, — what brings more 
 
 content? 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 And now a girl's academy 
 Came looming up most excellent 
 And kindly sisters came to serve 
 And teach the girls so faithfully. 
 To cook, to sew, to study too. 
 And all good deeds of life to do. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 The railroad ran quite thru the town 
 From east to west it traveleth 
 From every acre one can see, 
 The wires that carry messages, 
 Now stands our town known every. 
 
 where, 
 Thruout our whole America. 
 Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 This German town srands very high 
 She grows and grows so grandly 
 She'll stand here years and years to 
 como 
 
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God is her true defender. 
 Her men and women, children all 
 They sing today with loudest call 
 ■Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
 The German town for all of us. 
 
 BLUE MOUND 
 
 Blue Mound is near Altamont in 
 Mound Township. It is the highest 
 point of land in Illinois. The name 
 Altamont is a combination of alti- 
 tude and mound, Alt- a- mont, as a 
 recognition of t^e altitude of Blue 
 Mound. The government once erect- 
 ed a tall tower on Blue Mound for 
 some purpose. A historian* of the 
 county remarks that it was put up 
 to enable Illinoisans to look over in- 
 to Missouri. 
 
 Melody — The Old Oaken Bucket. 
 Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
 Upon thy high summit, 
 I gaze out upon the great world all 
 
 around. 
 I look to the east, I look to the west, 
 I look to the north and I look to the 
 
 south. 
 I see fertile farms, I see deep green 
 
 meadows 
 I see the high corn waving bright in 
 
 the breeze. 
 I see herds of cattle, 
 I see happy homes. 
 And all that can make the human 
 
 heart glad. 
 Chorus: 
 
 Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
 I love thy great summit 
 
 ♦Bradsby. 
 
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For you are the highest land in Il- 
 linois. 
 
 Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
 
 In all Illinois, 
 
 You stand at the tip-top of all our 
 great state. 
 
 From out of the ages your story be- 
 gan 
 
 For you top the center of old Illinois 
 
 Of the state our good county is 
 right at the center. 
 
 And you are the highest land in Il- 
 linois. 
 
 So we now write your story. 
 
 We pride ourselves in you. 
 
 For we are the center of old Illinois. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
 I love thy great summit 
 For you are the highest land in Il- 
 linois. 
 
 THE EV^ERGREEN TREES OF 
 MASON 
 
 Meiody '*Plow Gently Sweet Afton" 
 
 Mason, Mason township is remark- 
 able and beautiful for her great 
 white pine and cedar trees, which 
 were planted by two old citizen«, 
 Aaron Henry and Dr. Wm, Matthews 
 father of Dr. J. N. Matthews, the po- 
 et. Mr. Henry had a nursery, Dr. 
 Matthews got 1500 pines and cedars 
 by mail and distributed them free, 
 and also planted them about his own 
 premises in Mason. Dr. Matthews 
 obtained the pines and cedars for 
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the writing of an article for some 
 publication. He was not only a fine 
 physician but gifted as a writer, and 
 in his time was a correspondent of 
 many high class publications Ma- 
 son still reaps the benefit of what 
 he did. The poet Mattiiews, then 
 a small lad, carried them from 
 the post oflSce home, then was 
 sent to carry them to many friends 
 of his father's. It seems to the writ- 
 er that they planted many more 
 things when they planted these 
 trees. Their spirits seem to live in 
 them yet. They undoubtedly were 
 an influence in shaping the mind of 
 the boy, who afterwards became the 
 poet Matthews. The birds have car- 
 ried the seeds of the cedars till they 
 are thick everywhere in Mason Town 
 ship and adorn and celebrate it. The 
 evergreen is the emblem of Immor- 
 tality. 
 
 Along the streets of old Mason town 
 Lordly and lovely the evergreen* 
 
 stand. 
 The wind in their branches is sing- 
 ing a song 
 That touches my heart strings and 
 
 makes my soul long 
 For the~ dear friends who loved them 
 
 so long, long ago. 
 Who rejoiced in their shadows when 
 
 down here below. 
 Oh, serene and so grandly the ever- 
 greens stand 
 Nowhere more noble in all our dear 
 land. 
 
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Amid their deep branches I ^ear the 
 
 sea moan. 
 I hear the wild tempest when storms 
 
 shriek and groan, 
 Yet, safe in their branches -the birds 
 
 sing and nest 
 And men lie beneath them in deep 
 
 peace to rest. 
 Oh pine trees and cedars of Mason I 
 
 ween 
 You may go far and near and no 
 
 grander are seen. 
 So I sing your praise for surely I 
 
 know 
 That you are the emblem of the high- 
 est we know. 
 
 Oh pine trees and cedars in old Ma- 
 son town, 
 
 Sublime in your branches we hear a 
 deep song. 
 
 It tells us of true hearts of men who 
 loved God 
 
 Who spent their lives doing the heart 
 of His word. 
 
 Who loved His creation who planted 
 His tree«. 
 
 And who sang sweet songs to us in 
 honor o? Thee. 
 
 Who loved the Sweet Vale and the 
 waters that ran 
 
 Who taught us the lesson of the ever- 
 greens to man. 
 
 We need to cultivate a deeper rev- 
 erence and love for our fathers and 
 mothers. Reverence is a fundament 
 needed in every character worth 
 while. Let us teach the children to 
 sing songs in honor of father and 
 mother. 
 
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MY MOTHER 
 
 TVielody — "Rocked in the Cradle of 
 Tlie Deep." 
 
 Rocked in my mother's arms of love 
 My helpless years she guarded well, 
 Secure I laid upon her breast 
 In all the world the safest nest. 
 She did not slight my weakest call 
 She was to me my own, my all. 
 My dearest, truest, kindest, hest. 
 My mother guarded the home nest. 
 My dearest, truest, kindest beat, 
 My mother guarded the home nest. 
 
 My mother pointed me the way 
 That leads to heavenly deeds each 
 
 day 
 A little child beside her knee, 
 I learned of deep eternity. 
 She brought the radiance of the stars 
 To light me as I wandered far. 
 Away from her and my dear home 
 She taught a heavenly father's love 
 That reached down to me from above 
 And kept me safely in that love. 
 
 Oh, sweet and holy is thy name. 
 My precious mother, truest friend 
 Where ere my path in life shall lie 
 I know through thee the watchful 
 
 eye 
 That guards and keeps me to the day 
 When life on earth shall have an end 
 And I shall rise to life supreme 
 Beyond the glory of a dream. 
 And I shall rise to life supreme 
 Beyond the glory of a dream. 
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MY FATHER 
 
 Melody — *'01d Black Joe" 
 
 My father dear, so faithful, kind and 
 
 true, 
 Down the long years. 
 My heart turns back to you, 
 A little child I sat upon your knee, 
 And you sang sweetest songs to me 
 And loved me too. 
 Chorus: 
 My father, my father, 
 
 I never can forget 
 Your tender, faithful love to me 
 
 I feel it yet. 
 
 My father dear, your hand was worn 
 
 with toil 
 Bent was your back 
 By burdens you had borne. 
 Deep on your brow were furrows 
 
 worn by care 
 Your bonnie locks grew grey and 
 
 thin 
 Your step was slow. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 My father, my father, etc. 
 
 My father dear, my teacher fond and 
 
 true 
 All that I am 
 I feel I owe to you. 
 Sweet was your heart 
 You taught me how to pray 
 You were my loving counselor thru 
 
 every day. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 My father, my father, etc. 
 My father dear, oh, may my heart 
 beat true 
 
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And let me love my God 
 As I love you 
 
 Help me, oh Lord, to serve my fath- 
 er too 
 That I may meet him up in heaven 
 And follow You. 
 Chorus: 
 My father, my father, etc. 
 
 HOPE 
 
 Melody — "Lead Kindly Light" 
 
 Dedicated to all societies that teach 
 Immortality 
 
 Beloved thru our heartbreaks and 
 
 our tears, 
 We look above 
 We seek to pierce the curtain of the 
 
 years 
 That hides our loved. 
 How precious were the years we 
 
 knev7 each other here, 
 And now we long to meet you all in 
 
 heaven. 
 
 Oh, He who made our hearts to long 
 
 for love 
 And life for aye, 
 He did not send us here to dash our 
 
 hope 
 With just one day. 
 No, as the years eternal roll 
 We all shall meet and know eiich 
 
 other soul to soul. 
 
 Oh, Lord, what e'er Thy providence 
 
 shall give, 
 We know that we 
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Shall meet again and then for«ver 
 
 live 
 In joy with Thee. 
 And with our loved ones meet to 
 
 know as we are known 
 In joy to live forever near Thy 
 
 throne. 
 
 MY FRIEND JESUS 
 
 Melody — Safe in the Arms of Jesus. 
 
 Oh Jesus, my friend and lover 
 
 I traveled the ages through, 
 
 I searched everywhere for the love 
 
 of God 
 And I found it most in You 
 Deep in my soul's recesses 
 Thine eyes so tender and true 
 Pierced to the uttermost atoms 
 
 depths 
 To know me thru and thru. 
 Refrain : 
 
 Oh, Jesus, my friend and lover 
 I traveled the ages thru 
 I searched everywhere for the love 
 
 of God 
 And I found it most in you. 
 
 With a power I cannot limit 
 Oh friend who lovest me 
 I feel a vigor in every vein 
 To rise to the best in Thee, 
 My truest friend and who loves me 
 I follow where thou hast trod, 
 In poverty, sorrow, in anguish* 
 For it leads me to my God. 
 Refrain : 
 
 Oh, Jesus, my friend and lover 
 I traveled the ages thru 
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I searched everywhere for the love 
 
 of God 
 And I found it most in you. 
 
 THE BIBLE 
 
 How Fimi a Foimdation — Keith 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of 
 the Lord, 
 
 Is laid for your faith in His excel- 
 lent word! 
 
 What more can he say, than to you 
 He hath said, 
 
 To you, who for refuge to Jesus have 
 fled? 
 
 "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be 
 
 not dismayed. 
 For I am thy God, I will still give 
 
 thee aid; 
 I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and 
 
 cause thee to stand 
 Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent 
 
 hand, 
 
 "When thro' the deep waters I call 
 thee to go. 
 
 The rivers of sorrow shall not over- 
 flow; . 
 
 For I will be with thee thy trouble 
 to bless, 
 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest dia- 
 tress, 
 
 "The soul that on Jesus hath leanecl 
 
 for repose, 
 I will not, I will not desert to his 
 
 foes; 
 That soul — tho' all hell should^ \- 
 
 deavor to shake, 
 I'll never — no, never, no, never! 
 
 sake! I 
 
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JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL 
 
 Wesley 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul. 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 
 While the tempest still is high; 
 Hide me, oh, my Saviour hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past; 
 Safe Into thy hiaven guide. 
 
 Oh, receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none. 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; 
 Leave, oh, leave me not alone. 
 
 Still support and comfort me; 
 All my trust on Thee is stayed, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring; 
 Cover my defenseless head 
 
 With the shadow of Thy wing. 
 
 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 
 
 More than all in Thee I find; 
 IlaiB© the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick and lead the blind; 
 JuBt and holy is Thy name, 
 
 I am all unrighteous; 
 Vile, and full of sin I am. 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 Plenteous grace with Thee is found 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin; 
 Let the healing streams abound; 
 
 Make me, keep me, pure within; 
 Thou of life the Fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of .Thee 
 Spring Thou up within my heart, 
 
 Rise to all eternity. 
 
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THE CAPITOLS OF THE U. S. 
 
 An Old Style Geography Lesson 
 
 In an early day in America ■ the 
 children were taught to sing the let- 
 ters of the alphabet, also they were 
 taught to sing some geography songs 
 like this one of national and state 
 Capitols. This was a song that trav- 
 eled from the east to the west and 
 was always a favorite exercise for 
 the children. It is placed in this 
 little book to entertain those who 
 used to sing it long ago, and to 
 give a little bit of the old style of 
 teaching to others. The song ends 
 with Nebraska, as that was the last 
 state that was admitted to the un- 
 ion while it was sung. Mrs. Rachel 
 McCallen, Mrs. L, R. Hayes, Mrs. 
 Annie Loy, Doctor William Goodell 
 and Mrs. Maxwell said they had all 
 sung it. The multiplication tables 
 were sung in those days, and al. 
 ways to one tune, Yankee 
 Doodle. The words of this song 
 are "juggled" in. Each capitol Is 
 sung twice to fit the tune. 
 
 Melody — ^The Old Gray Goose is Dead 
 
 United States, Washington on the 
 Potomac River, 
 
 Maine, Maine Augusta on the Ken- 
 nebec River. 
 
 New Hampshire, Concord, on the 
 Merrimac River, 
 
 Vermont, Montpelier on the Winoos- 
 ki River, 
 
 Massachusetts, Boston on Boston 
 HaiUjor. 
 
 45 
 
Rhode Island, has two capitols, Prov 
 idence and Newport. 
 
 Connecticut, Hartford, on the Con- 
 necticut River, 
 
 New York, Albany, on the Hudson 
 River. 
 
 New Jersey, Trenton, on the Dele- 
 ware river, 
 
 Pennsylvania, Harrisburg, on the 
 Susquehanna River 
 
 Deleware, Dover, an inland city 
 
 Maryland, Annapolis on the Chesa- 
 peake Bay. 
 
 Virginia, Richmond, on the James 
 River. 
 
 Michigan, Lansing, on the Grand 
 River, 
 
 Wisconsin, Madison, an inland city, 
 
 Ohio, Columbus, on the Sciota River. 
 
 Indiana, Indianapolis, on the White 
 River. 
 
 Illinois, Springfield, on the Sanga- 
 mon River. 
 
 Kentucky, Frankfort, on the Ken- 
 tucky River. 
 
 Minnesota, St. Paul, on the Missis- 
 sippi River, 
 
 Iowa, DesMoines, on the DeMoines 
 River, 
 
 Missouri, Jefferson City, on the Mis- 
 souri River. 
 
 Kansas, Topeka, on the Kansas 
 River, 
 
 Nebraska, Lincoln, an inland city. 
 All the other states can now be 
 
 sung to this tune. 
 
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AN EFFINGHAM CX)UNTr GEOG- 
 
 RAPHY LESSON IN XHE 
 
 OLiD STYLE 
 
 Melody — The Yankee Peddler 
 
 To eacli verse slug the list of 
 names loliowing, as a sort of cliorus. 
 They are "juggled" in just as a ped- 
 dler would put tile nauxes of all his 
 goods in a list. The tune is stretch- 
 ed to fit, the words are just "got in'* 
 no attempt being made as to exact 
 time or tune in this old time song. 
 Come and listen while I tell you 
 Of the towns in the county 
 Of Effingham, of Effingham in the 
 State of Illinois. 
 There's Altamont, Beechor City and 
 
 Dieterich, 
 Dexter, Efiingham and BUiottstown, 
 Edgew'ood, Eberle, Funkhouser, 
 Alason, Montrose, Moccasin, 
 Shumway, Teutopolis and Watson, 
 Welton and Winterrowd too 
 And this is all the towns we have. 
 
 Come and listen while I tell you 
 
 Of the townships in the county 
 
 Of Effingham, of Effingham, in the 
 
 State of Illinois. 
 There's Banner, Bishop, and Doug- 
 las, Jackson and Lucas and Liberty, 
 xMoccasin, Alound and Mason, Sum- 
 mit, St. Francis, Teutopolis, Union 
 and Watson too, 15 in all you see. 
 — And this is quite a bit to tell — 
 
 Come snd listen while I tell you 
 Of the good little river 
 47 
 
That flows thru the county of EflQng- 
 
 ham, Illinois 
 Tis the good Little Wabash, so Pic- 
 turesque and beautiful, 
 Full of good fishes and never goes 
 dry, it catches all the creeks and 
 flushes with its richness, the bot- 
 toms when it goes on a "high". 
 
 Come and listen while I tell you 
 
 Of the creeks in the county. 
 
 Of EflQngham, of EflSngham in the 
 
 State of Illinois. 
 There's Big Salt and Little Salt, and 
 Blue Point and Ramsey and Big 
 Creek, and Second Creek, and Ful- 
 fer and-JMocasin, and Limestone, and 
 Muddy and Bishop and Green Creek, 
 and Wolf, and Coon, and Shoal and 
 Brockett and Lucas and Beech, and 
 all into the Little Wabash run. 
 
 Come an.d listen while I tell you 
 
 Of the water in the county. 
 
 Of EflQngham, of Effingham in the 
 
 State of Illinois. 
 The Lord gave us water full and 
 plenty in river and creeks and in big- 
 springs, it is good for men and also 
 good for cattle, and of nature's brew 
 it heals, for with sulphur and iron 
 in a good mixture man and beast is 
 healed of their diseases and it 
 quenches thirst as well as heals the 
 body and this is quite a tale to tell. 
 
 Come and listen while I tell you 
 Of the trees in the county 
 Of Effingham, of Effingham in the 
 State of Illinois. 
 48 
 
Of oaks there are red, white and 
 black, Spanish and water and jack, 
 chlnquipin, water and laurel and the 
 big burr oaks so lovely; of elms 
 there are every sort, of maples the 
 sugar and soft, linden, sycamore, 
 buckeye, ash, iron and walnut, but- 
 ternut, hackberry, sasafras, persim- 
 mon, dogwood and birch, cotton- 
 wood, crabapple, willows of all sorts, 
 the plums and hawthorne ruddy, the 
 black haw and sarvice berry tha gum 
 and coffee berry and the lovely 
 Judas tree. 
 Come and listen while I tell you of 
 
 some roads in the county. 
 Of Effingham, of Effingham in the 
 
 State of Illinois. 
 There's the Old National Road laid 
 out by Andrew Jackson that rung 
 from east to west and cuts across 
 our county, and there's the trail 
 Egyptian runs at right angles with 
 it in the town of Effingham.* 
 Come and listen while I tell you we 
 
 have a goodly county. 
 In Effingham, in Effingham in the 
 
 State of Illinois. 
 We'd love to sing her story 
 We love to give her glory 
 With age she'll ne'er be hoary 
 She is of earth the center 
 Her destiny draws near her, 
 With laurels men will crown her 
 And every age will prove her worth. 
 
 *The old National Road and the 
 
 Egyptian trail cross each other at 
 
 right angles in Effingham near the 
 
 Vandalia railroad tracks of the de- 
 pot. 
 
 49 
 
It is an art to juggle these words 
 in but it can be done, and you can 
 laugh, as you try it out. 
 
 America is a land of homes. Her 
 best songs are heart songs. 
 
 HOME SWEET HOME 
 John Howard Payne 
 
 'Mid pleasures and palaces though 
 we may roam. 
 
 Be it ever so humble, there's no 
 place like home; 
 
 A charm from the sky seems to hal- 
 low IS there. 
 
 Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er 
 met with elsewhere. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 Home; home, sweet, sweet home. 
 
 There's no place like home. Oh, 
 there's no place like home. 
 
 An exile from home, splendor daz- 
 zles in vain; 
 
 Oh, give me my low'y tbatch'd cot- 
 tage again; 
 
 The birds singing gaily that came at 
 my call; 
 
 Give me them, and that peace of 
 mind, dearer than all. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 "Out of the Heart are the issues 
 of Life." — ^The Bible. 
 
 HEART SONGS 
 
 The human heart is a harp whose 
 Btrings God strikes with his hand to 
 try it, and see if it is fit for His uses. 
 ' 50 
 
Out of the heart the best music 
 and words of American song arise. 
 
 The tliought of God runs through 
 all American patriotic songs. It is 
 to Him we sing. 
 
 America is the only land whose 
 national hymns appeal to Deity only. 
 
 OUR NATIONAL HYMNS 
 
 A law should require the singing 
 of the national hymns in all schaols 
 for the youth of America at least 
 once each week, and all pupils 
 should be required to memorize 
 America, The Star Spangled Banner 
 Hail Columbia, TJie Red White and 
 Blue and the Battle Hymn of The 
 Republic. This would increase pa- 
 triotism in a high degree and insure 
 in a sense national safety. In 
 Illinois, a few years ago, there was 
 flag raising and much singing of 
 the national hymns at the school 
 houses, and there was a marked in- 
 crease of patriotic feeling and know- 
 ledge of our national hymns. I in- 
 tend, when Congress meets, and 
 when our , state legislature meets 
 again, to try and have bills introduc- 
 ed to have these songs sung regu- 
 larly in our schools and also mem- 
 orized. I ask the aid of all interest- 
 ed. Write to your congressman and 
 legislatoi's iji eveiy state to work for 
 such a law. Let evei*y state in the 
 Union do tlie same and the law will 
 come. 
 
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On all national holiaays, and 
 other great days, allowing for differ- 
 ences in time, the whole of America 
 could sing these songs together. 
 With the music of the instruments 
 it would produce a mighty chorus 
 that would shake the earth and 
 would lift our people to higher plac- 
 es in love of country and patriotism. 
 
 AMERICA 
 
 Smith 
 
 My country, 'tis of thee, 
 Sweet land of liberty. 
 
 Of thee I sing. 
 Land where my fathers died, 
 Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
 From every mountain side 
 
 Let freedom ring. 
 
 My native country thee, 
 Land of the noble free, 
 
 Tliy name I love; 
 I love thy rocks and rills,* 
 Thy woods and templed hills. 
 My heart with rapture thrills, 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 Let music swell the breeze, 
 And ring from all the trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's song; 
 Let mortal tongues awake, 
 Let all that breathe partake. 
 Let rocks their silence break, 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
 Our father's God! To Thee, 
 Author of liberty, 
 To Thee we sing. 
 52 
 
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 Long may our land bf bright 
 With freedom's holy light; 
 Protect us by thy might. 
 Great God, our king. 
 
 THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER 
 Key 
 
 O, say, can you see, by the dawn's 
 
 early light. 
 What so proudly we hailed at the 
 
 twilight's last gleaming? 
 Whose broad stripes and bright stars 
 
 through the perilous fight, 
 O'er the ramparts we watched, 
 
 were so gallantly streaming; 
 And the ■ rocket's red glare, the 
 
 bombs bursting in air. 
 Gave proof through the night that 
 
 our flag was still there. 
 O, say, does the star-spangled ban- 
 ner yet wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the 
 
 home of the brave! 
 
 On the shore, dimly seen through 
 
 the mists of the deep. 
 Where the foe's haughty host in 
 
 dread silence reposes. 
 What is that which the breeze, o'er 
 
 the towering steep, 
 As it fitfully, blows, half conceals 
 
 half discloses? 
 Now it catches the gleam of the 
 
 morning's first beam. 
 In full glory reflected, now shines on 
 
 the stream. 
 'Tis the star-spangled banner! O, 
 
 long may it wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the 
 
 home of the brave! 
 53 
 
And where is that band who so 
 vauntingly swore 
 That the havoc of war and the 
 battle's confusion 
 
 A home and a country should leave 
 us no more? 
 Their blood has washed out their 
 foul footstep's pollution. 
 
 No refuge could save the hireling 
 and slave 
 
 From the terror of death and the 
 gloom of the grave. 
 
 And the star-spangled banner in tri- 
 umph shall wave 
 
 O'er the land of the free and the 
 home of the brave! 
 
 Oh, this be it ever, when freemen 
 
 shall stand 
 Between their loved home and 
 
 foul war's desolation; 
 Blest with victory and peace, may 
 
 the heaven-rescued land 
 Praise the power that has made and 
 
 preserved us a nation. 
 Then conquer we must, for our 
 
 cause it is just. 
 And this be our motto, *'In God is 
 
 our trust." 
 And the star-spangled banner in tri- 
 umph shall wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the 
 
 home of the brave! 
 
 THE RED, AVHITE AND BLUE 
 
 Shaw 
 
 O Columbia! the gem of the ocean. 
 The home of the brave and the free 
 The shrine of each patriot's devotion 
 54 
 
A world offers homage to tha, — 
 
 Thy mandates make heroes assemble 
 
 When Liberty's form stands In 
 
 view. 
 
 Thy banners make tyranny tremble, 
 
 When borne by the red, white and 
 
 blue. 
 
 Chorus: 
 When borne by the red, -white and 
 
 blue. 
 When borne by the red, white and 
 blue, 
 I^Thy banners make tyranny tremble, 
 ' When borne by tbe red, white and 
 blue. 
 
 ( When war waged its wide desolation. 
 And threatened the land to de- 
 ^ form, 
 
 X. The ark then of freedom's founda- 
 tion, 
 Columbia rode safe through the 
 storm; 
 With her garlands of victory around 
 her. 
 So proudly she bore ;lier brave 
 Y crew, 
 
 } With her flag proudly floating be- 
 fore her, 
 
 The boast of the red, white and 
 blue. 
 Chorus: 
 
 The Star Spangled Banner bring 
 hither 
 O'er Columbia's true sons let it 
 wave. 
 May the wreaths they have won, 
 never whither, 
 Xor the star of their glory grow 
 dim! 
 
 55 
 
May their service united ne'er sever. 
 But they to their colors prove 
 true! 
 The Army and Navy forever. 
 
 Three cheers for the red, white 
 and blue! 
 CHORUS: 
 
 BATTLE HYMN Of The REPUBLIC 
 Hovi'e 
 
 Mine eyes have seen the glory of 
 
 the coming of the Lord; 
 He is trampling out the vintage, 
 where the grapes of wrath are 
 stored; 
 He hath loosed the fateful lightning 
 
 of His terrible swift sword; 
 His truth is marching on. 
 OHORUS: 
 
 Glory! glory Hallelujah! 
 Glory! glory Hallelujah! 
 Glory! glory Hallelujah! 
 His truth is marching on! 
 
 I have seen him in the watchflres of 
 a hundred circling camps; 
 
 They haVe builded Him an altar in 
 the evening dews and damps; 
 
 I can read His righteous sentence 'by 
 the dim and flaring lamps; 
 
 His day is marching on. 
 OHORUS: 
 
 I have read a fiery gospel writ in 
 
 burnished rows of steel; 
 As ye deal with my contemners, so 
 
 with you my grace shall deal, 
 Let the hero born of woman, crush 
 
 the serpent with his heel; 
 Since God is marching on. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 56 
 
He has sounded forth the trumpat 
 
 that shall never call retreat; 
 He is sifting out the hearts of men 
 
 before his judgment seat; 
 Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer 
 
 Him! be jubilant my feet! 
 Our God is marching on. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 In the beauty of the lilies, Christ 
 
 was born across the sea. 
 With a glory in his bosom; that 
 
 transfigures you and me; 
 As he died to make men holy, let 
 
 us die to make men free; 
 While God is marching on. 
 CHORUS: 
 
 IL.LIXOIS, 1820 A. D. 
 
 The First Booster Song of Illi- 
 nois — used by permission of Rogers 
 & Smith, Publishers. 
 
 The following old time song of Il- 
 linois was given to Gen. John Cor- 
 son Smith, by an old man who used 
 to sing it. It was a popular song in 
 its day and shows that Illinois stood 
 high in the opinions of men then. 
 Mr. Smith put it in his history of 
 Freemasonry in Illinois, and said it 
 was often sung at Masonic banqueti. 
 
 In 1820 and after men would go 
 from Tennessee, Kentucky, Indiana, 
 Mi»^3uri and Southern and Central 
 Illinois with their ox teams and haul 
 ore at the lead mines near Ga- 
 lena, ^n the spring they would go 
 home and put in their crops. Thi« 
 song was a favorite with them and 
 57 
 
they would sing it at their work, in 
 their camps and along the roads as 
 they went to and fro to their homes. 
 No doubt it contributed a good deal 
 to the settlement of Illinois. I was 
 sung to the tune of "Benny Hav- 
 ens O" or to that other melody 
 ''The Wearing of the Green." 
 
 Away down on Rock River such 
 lands were never known, 
 
 If Adam had but "passed that way 
 these scenes he'd call his own. 
 
 He'd said it was a garden he'd play- 
 ed in when a boy 
 
 And straightway called it Eden in 
 the state of Illinois. 
 
 — ^Chorus — ■ 
 Then move your family west if good 
 
 health you would enjoy 
 And you'll rise to wealth and honor 
 
 in the state of Illinois. 
 Oh, for God's sake, move out west, 
 
 take all your girls and boys. 
 And we'll cross at Dixon's Ferry 
 
 near Peoria, Illinois. 
 Chorus : 
 
 'Twas here the Queen of Sheba came 
 
 to Solomon of old 
 Her baskets full of peppermint, 
 
 frankincense and fine gold 
 And she became so enamored v/ith 
 
 all the girls and boys 
 That she proclaimed herself to be 
 
 the Queen of Illinois. 
 Chorus: 
 
 58 
 
She's bounded with the Mississippi, 
 
 the Ohio, Wabash and the Lakes 
 She has crawfish in her swampy 
 
 lands and her echoes wake the 
 
 snakes, 
 The rivers they are crooked and her 
 
 steamboats make a noise 
 Oh, what a pleasant place it i^ to 
 
 live in Illinois. 
 Chorus: 
 
 The fishes in the river, her cattle 
 
 and her mules 
 Are blooded and imported stock, 
 
 likewise her common schools 
 But these are small diversions when 
 
 taken with the joys 
 Ex-pe-ri-enced by living in the State 
 
 of Illinois. 
 Chorus: 
 
 A little farther on Chicago you will 
 
 find 
 A nice commercial city built up In 
 
 modern times 
 Her girls they are ^o pretty, her 
 
 boys they are so gay 
 They'll take the rag right off the 
 
 bush of Mich-igan-i^a. 
 Chorus: 
 
 ILLINOIS IS THE HEART OF 
 THE UXITED STATES — EFFING- 
 HAM COUNTY IS THE HEART OF 
 ILLINOIS— AND IS ON A DIRECT 
 ROUTE TO THE GULF OF MEXI- 
 CO, THE PANAMA CANAL AND 
 
 WORLD'S TRADE 
 
 59 
 
IlililNOIS 
 
 By thy river gently flowmg, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 By thy prairies verdant growing 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 There's an echo on the breeze 
 Rustling through the leafy trees. 
 And its mellow tones are these, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 And its mellow tones are these, 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 When you heard your country call- 
 ing, Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 When the shot and shell were falling 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 When the Southern hosts withdrew 
 Pitting Gray against the Blue 
 There were none more brave than 
 you, Illinois, Illinois. 
 
 There were none more brave than 
 you, Illinois. 
 
 Not without thy wondrous story, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 Could be writ the nation's glory 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 On the record of the years 
 Abraham Lincoln's name appears 
 Grant and Logan and our tears 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 Grant and Logan and our tears 
 
 Illinois. 
 
 '' "-- the Cubans struck for free- 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 ^esolved to aid them, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois. 
 <50 
 
And for men on land and sea, ! 
 Illinois said, "Call on me! 
 For the Cubans must be free," 
 
 Illinois, Illinois; 
 For the Cubans must be free 
 
 Illinois! 
 
 Some encamped at Chickamauga, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 others fell at Santiago, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 
 Others anxious for a call, 
 They will march, or fight, or f^ll, 
 They are heroes, heroes, all, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois; 
 They are heroes, heroes, all, 
 
 Illinois! 
 
 Unto Grod we give the glory, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 And the ages gray and hoary 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 Will repeat the wond'rous story 
 And to God will be the glory 
 As thru men He works His will, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois, 
 As thru men he works his will, 
 
 Illinois, Illinois. 
 A. H. K. 
 
 HAIIi COLUMBIA 
 
 Mopkins 
 
 Hail Columbia, happy^land, 
 Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band? 
 Who fought and bled in freedom's 
 
 cause. 
 Who fought and bled in freedom's 
 cause, 
 
 61 
 
And when the storm of war was gone 
 Enjoyed the peace your valor won. 
 Let independence be our boast, 
 Ever mindful what it cost; 
 Ever grateful for the prize, 
 Let its altar reach the skies. 
 
 Chorus : 
 Firm, united let us be, 
 Rallying round our liberty; 
 As a band of brothers joined, 
 Peace and safety we shall find. 
 
 Iniinortal patriots! rise once mor^; 
 Defend your rights, defend your 
 shore; _ 
 
 Let no rude foe with impious 
 
 hand. 
 Let no rude foe with impious 
 hand. 
 Invade the shrine where sacred lies^ 
 Of toil and blood the well-earned 
 prize. 
 While offering peace sincere and 
 
 just. 
 In Heaven we place a manly trust, 
 That truth and justice will prevail 
 And every scheme of bondage fan. 
 Sound, sound the trump of fame! 
 Let Washington's great name 
 
 Ring thro' the world with loud ap- 
 plause. 
 Ring thro' the world with loud ap. 
 plause, .^ 
 
 Let every clime to freedom dear 
 Listen with joyful ear! 
 
 With equal skill and godlike pow- 
 er, 
 Be goverened ii^ the fearful hour 
 Of horrid war; or guides with 
 
 ease 
 The happier times of honest peace. 
 62 
 
Behold thechief who now commands. 
 Once more to serve his country 
 stands^ — 
 The rock on wMch the storm will 
 
 beat, 
 The rock on which the storm will 
 beat, 
 But armed with virtue firm and true 
 His hopes are fixed on Heaven and 
 you. 
 When hope was sinking in dismay 
 And glooms obscured Columbia's 
 
 day 
 His steady mind, from changes 
 
 free. 
 Resolved on death or liberty. 
 
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