A Centennial Toast to O’Fallon

The charm of O’Fallon, keeps calling me home,

It calls to me sweetly, wherever I roam,

On highways and byways, or out on the sea

The charm of O’Fallon, keeps calling to me.

You’re only a town, with an Old Irish name,

You have your faults, but you’re great just the same,

There kind hearts and true friends, I meet every day,

That’s why I miss you, when I am away.

Just one hundred years, have now come and gone,

Since you as a village, were cradled and born.

The charm of O’Fallon, with each passing year,

Grows ever more precious, and ever more dear.

-February 13, 1954

This story was originally published September 2, 2016 at 1:41 PM with the headline "A Centennial Toast to O’Fallon."