O, proudly rise the monarchs of our mountain land,With their kingly forest robes, to the sky,Where Alma Mater dwelleth with the chosen band,And the peaceful river floweth gently by.The mountains! the mountains! we greet them with a song,Whose echoes rebounding their woodland heights along,Shall mingle with anthems that winds and fountains sing,'Til hill and valley gaily, gaily ring.
Hopefully I'll be back out in Willytown for a bit on some weekend in the next couple months. Stay tuned.
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