But it grew up like a mushroom, continues70
now to grow.
Well may our state be proud of you, charm-
ing, young Antigo.
And where then was the playing ground,
for rabbit, mole and fawns
The beholder now sees gardens and smiling,
Where then stood the sugar maple, now big
In the fruitful Spring Brook valley, near
And where the fretful porcupine then
climbed the maple trees,
Now, wide grain fields, bright and golden,
nod in the summer breeze.
Where partridges then were drumming, now
Leghorn roosters crow
Near that striving, pretty city, charming
Oh Antigo, Oh Antigo, fair city of the vale,
May your prospects ne'er be blighted, your
progress never fail.