by Frank S. K. Meyars (1920)
We live in a Kentucky town, where the golden sun shines down;
The moon, the stars give their light, while we converse in delight.
Independent of what others may say, we look forward to another day. Other states their envy can not hide, because we live and love in pride.
We enjoy the pure, free air, and know of nothing to compare, with the grand mountain life, which to the "city folks" would be strife.
But we are happy just the same, and not ashamed to bear the name, of being called a "Hazardite," which gives us joy and delight.