
Info
El-a-noy = Illinois (U.S.A.)
Lyrics
(Folk song)
1. Way down upon the Wabash, Such land was never known;
If Adam had passed over it, The soil he’d surely own;
He’d think it was the garden He’d played in when a boy,
And straight pronounced it Eden, In the State of El-a-noy.
Refrain
Then move your fam’ly westward.
Good health you will en-joy,
And rise to wealth and honor
In the state of El-a-Noy.
2. She’s bounded by the Wabash, The Ohio and the Lakes,
She’s crawfish in the swampy lands, The milk-sick and the shakes;
But these are slight diversions And take not from the joy
Of living in this garden land, The State of El-a-Noy. Refrain
3. Away up in the northward, Right on the borderline,
A great commercial city, Chicago you will find.
Her men are all like Abelard, Her women like Heloise;
All honest virtuous people, For they live in El-a-Noy. Refrain
Last refrain
Then move your family westward, Bring all your girls and boys,
And cross at Shawnee Ferry to the State of El-a-Noy.
See also
- Country / State: Midwestern states (U.S.) /Â Illinois / American West
- Melody: major pentascale
- Rhythm: dotted eighth note & sixteenth notes
- Source: The American Songbag, Carl Sandburg, Harcourt Brace and Company, 1927
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