The Song of Lancaster, Kentucky / To the statesmen, soldiers, and citizens of Garrard County.

by Eugenia Dunlap Potts

Of the sun he loved to follow.

Many days and nights he wandered

O’er the turf of good old Garrard,

Now in sight, perchance in hearing,

Of the birds and beasts and reptiles,

Roaming wild and roaming lonely,

In the groves of fair Lancaster.

Now in sight, perchance in hearing

Of the melancholy plover,

Of the bluebird’s thrilling whistle,