St. Albans, you are just a little town In this dear old State of ours. We cannot boast of greatness. Not of palaces and towers. We love you for your noble past In time of war and peace. Your loyalty in all great works And your help will never cease. We love you at present For your citizens and homes, Your hills and valleys, ponds and brooks,

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