Oh Elkhorn City, little town!
                      On which the Cumberland look down
                        Fond and protectingly.
                      Around your nothern border grows
                      The spruce pines, and the Sandy flows
                        Among them tranquilly.

            
                      Your streets are ornamented well
                      With trees and cottages where dwell
                        Ever contentedly
                      A people, hospitable and kind,
                      To life and duty never blind
                        High minded proud and free.


                      O Elkhorn City! In my heart
                      I hold for you a goodly part
                        Of love's devotion true;
                      And this my wish: That he above
                      May ever spread his wings of love
                        Around and over you.