Hope for Ingersoll

Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud,
Though o’er it hath hung a cloud;
It was heavy, dark, profound,
Weighing o’er ten thousand pound.
But now the clouds do disappear,
And the sun is shining clear⁠—
Now, with pleasure, we do behold,
Our railroad bonds are good as gold.
The people now need not despair,
But thank our Council and our Mayor.