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Poems and Songs Loveliness in Brunswick

The Baltimore and Ohio

The smoke rolls up from the B & 0 But the river's sweet in its rapid flow, And in spite of the grime and smoke and thrills, Loveliness is upon the Brunswick hills.

There's a railroad that began in Baltimore And soon it westward trailed to mountains o'er And it eastward made its way Growing finer day by day For its courtesy is spread from shore to shore.

Loveliness of the flow'ring earth, Where toil and patience have given birth To grassy lawns and blossomed beds Where the gay blooms nod their beautiful heads.

For the Baltimore and Ohio Is a road of service fine For the years of toil that made it A mighty transportation line For a hundred years in its service It's spirit ne'er can fail For the Baltimore and Ohio Is the queen of the rail.

A city build on many a ledge But the old Potomac there at its edge, Sings its song of the heart's delight; Sings all day and sings all night. While over its water the Loudoun trees Blow in the breath of Virginia's trees And the country grass and the country charm Save gay Brunswick from dread and harm.

(Brunswick school children sang this song beginning in 1927 when the B&O celebrated its Centennial with the Fair of the Iron Horse)

Steep these streets go up and up And over them bends the sky, a cup Of blue, with beauty that bubbles o'er Down to the very Potomac shore.

(Untitled) We don't boast a crowded city Where millions come and go; But we have here our share of beauty. I have lived here, and I know.

Sturdy toilers and men of skill Hail to them in their town on the hill. Their homes of quiet and pleasant grace Where flowers are as sweet as in Paradise Place.

When God made these fine blue mountains And these valleys fresh and fair, He just placed his seal upon them. You may find it everywhere. And when I'm right down tired And sort of worn and sick I'll pack my grip - hop in my car And come to dear old Brunswick.

- Bcntztown Bard (Folger McKinsey)

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Written in the late 1920's by William B. Gross