Saturday, April 04, 2009

El-a-noy

Way down upon the Wabash,
Sich land was never known,
If Adam had passed over it,
The soil he'd surely own.

He'd think it was the garden,
He'd played in when a boy,
And straight pronounce it Eden,
In the State of Elanoy.

Chorus
Then move your family westward,
Good health you will enjoy,
And rise to wealth and honor,
In the State of Elanoy.

2


'Twas here the Queen of Sheba came,
With Solomon of old,
With an ass-load of spices,
Pomegranates and fine gold.

And when she saw this lovely land,
Her heart was filled with joy,
Straightway she said,
“I'd like to be a Queen in Elanoy!”

Chorus
Then move your family westward,
Good health you will enjoy,
And rise to wealth and honor,
In the State of Elanoy.


3


She's bounded by the Wabash,
The Ohio and the Lakes,
She's crawfish in the swampy lands,
The milk-sick and the shakes;

But these are slight diversions,
And take not from the joy
Of living in this garden land,
The State of Elanoy.

Chorus
Then move your family westward,
Good health you will enjoy,
And rise to wealth and honor,
In the State of Elanoy.

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