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| There are cities from coast to coast Whose industries are many, And there are mining towns like Byrnesville With coal and boney so plenty.
Like all good things we have in life The boundaries seem too short. The entire town from end to end Can be seen from Byrnes's Resort.
From Whiskey Row to James Street Are cycled cow path spans With potholes patched with furnace ashes And lids from garbage cans.
You can't travel very far Until you'll hit a bump. The reason is that Byrnesville Is three-fourths boney dump!
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But work is never a burden Someone is always there. Help is around the corner; Everyone does his share.
The children are never lonely There is someone to understand. And the old folks are never abandoned Because the children lend a hand.
We grow up knowing we love our place Even though it isn't so showy. We'll return to Byrnesville some day Even though it's three-fourths boney.
Neighborhood gossip will make the rounds And the stories will stay the same. Even though I may not be there, I hope my name will remain.
Janice Begenyi '76 |
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