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E have in this busy city many drawing cards to show Why the masses keep on coming, to remain and seldom go; And a sort of inventory seemed the thing for me to take, And if you don't mind, I'll name it, place it nicely by your plate. Here industries dot the valley, full two hundred I am told Give to thousands daily labor--homes to keep them from the cold; So they all may live in comfort, and may pay their bills like- wise; Such a city I am thinking is a gem of worth, a prize. By this outlet of Chautauqua, that far-famed and gentle lake, Manufactories, wide and varied, millions for the masses make. Money here is never idle, but is sown upon soil good; If a man should fail to sow it, later he will wish he could. This industrious, healthy city, has a climate hard to beat, And the water is as pure as the springs beneath the steep, And the prices are so modest that you gladly pay the bill; Have your monthly wage scarce broken, still reposing in the till. Goods with prices nigh a slaughter, at the stores of bargains rare, And if you should step within them, you are treated more than fair. So the people from a distance come and purchase with their gold And the bargains they're procuring leave them still some scrip to hold. When you permanently would settle, and a home for future make. Just drop in and look at Jamestown, quite exclusive, for your sake, And I know that you will locate where Chautauqua's waters glow In the sunshine, where the masses gladly come but sadly go. |
