In the year of eiteen sixty-one,
Soon after Mt. Pleasant begun
Folks thought the Birthday of a Nation
Called for a special celebration.
A flag pole standing tall and straight
Was set up at the Church Square gate.
The bowery was readied, pine torches flared,
Clothing was washed neatly repaired.
"Big Bishop Seely" liked "big food",
which fact was well known by his brood.
So just before each holiday,
Friends would meet and greet and say:
"Cut a squash,
Kill a chicken,
Have a TREAT,
What's more fun
'Neath the sun
Than to eat?"
Dinner was serve--enough for all.
Then they danced at the Bowery Ball.
How the dust flew on the earthen floor!
But the fiddlers kept on playing more.
"No pent up city controls our powers.
This whole mountain Territory is ours.
Let's lift our heads up high and say,
'We are independent on this day!"
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