O'Fallon Progress

A Centennial Toast to O’Fallon

By William Gash Williard

Antique tools in the basement of the O’Fallon Historical Society building that were once wielded by O’Fallon workmen.
Antique tools in the basement of the O’Fallon Historical Society building that were once wielded by O’Fallon workmen. rkirsch@bnd.com

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

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