Welcome to Bannertown
With much appreciation, this poem was written by Adeline E. Wilkins, wife of William Wilkins and donated by Betty Tabor, Mayfield Town Historian. It was written 1920 for Old Home Day, August 7, 1920, but no one really knows how Mayfield got the nickname. Betty Tabor writes: "Mayfield has always been known for their participation over the years whenever events were held in the community and were always right up front, During the war years when many businesses were floundering, Mayfield was "producing". Mrs. Wilkins' poem says it all."
There's a little town among
In a lovely peaceful vale;
'Tis traversed by the F. J .& G.
If you wish to come by rail
Or come from Northville down;
'Tis known as Mayfield on the map,
Some call it Bannertown.
One hundred and fifty years ago
Some people came this way;
They liked the looks of this pleasant spot,
And here they chose to stay.
They built their churches, homes and school,
And here they settled down;
They plowed and sowed, lived and loved,
And they called it Bannertown.
And Bannertown is the proper name,;
For we're always at the top,
And when we start to do a good thing
We never know when to stop.
We welcome you to "Old Home Day",
We want to do it up in brown,
So everyone of you will be glad
That you came to Bannertown.
Once there was one, a saintly man
Named Jeremiah Wood,
Who worked in Mayfield fifty years
To teach men to be good.
He went away from the preacher's manse
To wear the victor's crown,
And his two grandsons, here today
Were born in Bannertown.
And there are many other men,
Fair maids, and matrons too,
Who lingered with us for a while,
And then away they flew.
They're preachers, lawyers, business men
And women of renown;
We're proud to welcome them today
To good old Bannertown.
You all remember how we strove
The temperance cause to win--
The only town for miles around
To vote "No License" in.
So drink your fill at the Old Town Inn
Your Woes and cares to drown;
The best and cheapest drinking place
You'll find in Bannertown.
Our schools and churches do their best
To teach and elevate,
Our merchants have much enterprise;
Our industries are great.
Our gloves are of the finest grade,
Of very high renown;
For everybody wants the goods
That are made in Bannertown.
We have no rich, we have no poor,
We're all alike, you see,
And if some friend, by accident,
Less fortunate should be
We try to help him all we can,
And never push him down;
For many sympathizing hearts
Are found in Bannertown.
We're patriotic as the best,
We're loyal to the core,
We sent our share of men and fund
To help to win the war.
Our boys all did their level best
To put the Germans down;
And some will never come again
To dear old Bannertown.
But let no note sadness mar
The pleasure of the day,
Let each one wish the other joy,
And sunshine on his way.
And if in any other home
The world on you should frown
Just shake the dust from off your face
And back to Bannertown.
And let us make a solemn vow
To meet her every year,
To renew our old acquaintances
With words of kindly cheer.
And when we reach the pearly gates
If we fear we'll be turned down,
We'll tell St. Peter with a smile,
"We hail from Bannertown".
Copyright ©2000, Jeanette Shiel
Copyright ©2000 Adeline E. Wilkins, Betty Tabor
All Rights Reserved.
Last updated Tuesday, 13-May-2008 13:12:36 PDT