Ballad of McKnight Village

The Ballad of McKnight Village

sung to the tune of "She Came Rolling Down the Mountain"

written by Ethel Altenbaugh for "A Night in the Nineties" held September 8, 1951

Once there was some land along a road they call McKnight

And when they started building there it really was a sight.

Two smoothies put some houses up then walked off with the dough

One of them still lives near here, the other's name is --

Oh, they built up McKnight Village

Oh, they built up McKnight Village

Oh, they built up McKnight Village mighty quick

They threw brickes and boards together, laid out streets in any weather

And you'll have to give them credit they were slick.

Ralph Low and others moved in, then their troubles sure began,

The rain came down in torrents, ripped out gutters as it ran.

The township didn't want us - said our place sure wasn't neat

But when we are through working, not a spot will have it beat.

We were orphans in the Village

We were orphans in the Village

We were orphans in the Village on the hill.

And we had a road called Burma, massie holes in terra-firma

But we hope some day to fix it and we will.

Now the people of the Village are a party loving bunch

They dance and race and play ball, ending with a picnic lunch.

The beer flows by the barrel making everything quite gay,

But when they take our Ball Field, that'll be a sorry day.

Oh, we live in McKnight Village

Oh, we live in McKnight Village

Oh, we live in McKnight Village clean and bright

Where the fun is good and wholesome, and to beat it you will go sore,

A better spot for country living ain't in sight.

There's a story in the Village that it's known as fertile hill

The poor stork is always hovering with a bundle in his bill

When the Christmas party's held - just think of Santa Claus

He really has his troubles and it's only just because:

There are kids in McKnight Village

There are kids in McKnight Village

There are kids in McKnight Village by the score

And the way events are going, the production line's not slowing

From the looks of things there's bound to be lots more.

Now the Mayor of McKnight Village is a guy called Anderson

He's big and tough and works hard, though he still has lots of fun

Once he rode a horse in a parade on picnic day

We almost lost of Mayor when the nag near ran away

Oh, we live in McKnight Village

Oh, we live in McKnight Village

Oh, we live in McKnight Villag way up high

Though some folks are always selling, no one does a lot of yelling

'Cause there's always one more sucker sure to buy.