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Hope for Ingersoll

by James McIntyre

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Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear, And the sun is shining clear⁠— Now, with pleasure, we do behold, Our railroad bonds are good as gold. The people now need not despair, But thank our Council and our Mayor. 4

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