PARFREYVILLE |
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I've traveled east and scouted west, And garnered many a fancy thrill; But now return - a wiser man - To wholesome thrills of Parfreyville. The steepled church, the school, the hall, The crystal stream that feeds the mill, The lovely folk who never quarrel - Yes, this is pleasant Parfreyville. No millionaires, the poor to scorn, No rivalries to sting or kill; But each for all and all for each, In neighborhood of Parfreyville. The trout that leap against the stream, The hounds that bay across the hill, The birds that nest in Kilmer trees - All sing in praise of Parfreyville. |
The tiny bridge that arches flood, Wherein the youngsters test their skill, The sloping, well-kept lawn of Waids - The singing stars of Parfreyville. While preachers come and preachers go, The winding brook that's never still, Will preach and sing throughout the years To listening folk of Parfreyville. From latest babe, in humble home, To lassie fair, in latest frill, To Franklin Gurley, ninety plus, God Bless all souls in Parfreyville. |
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- Albert E. Tink |
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