By - Alan Pegram Gilmore

The cold skies of the North are behind me,

The Ohioís broad flood I have crossed;

I am back once again in the Bluegrass,

And I feel like a child thatís been lost

But now found and returned to his mother,

And clasped to her warm loving breastó

Say, ye gods, if youíll give me Kentucky,

My own State, you can keep all the rest!


Thereís softness about her fair landscape,

Thereís a brooding hush over her fields,

Thereís a beauty mere money canít purchase;

Itís a charm that the dear old State yields

To the children within her wide borders

To those who love her and know best

That Kentucky is Queen of her sisters,

And outranks everyone of the rest!

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