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Los Angeles, Cal. View from Angels Flight
Cittle ol' Los Angeles
Little ol' Los Angeles! Say, ain't she lookin' sweet?
Sunshine drippin' from above an’ poppies at her feet;
Blossoms bendin' ev'rywhere, an' skies o' smilin' blue,
An' nothin' but the peace o' God a-beamin' down on you.
Little ol Los Angeles!
Of lowly padre birth;
Queen of all the western coast;
The paradise of earth!
Little ol' Los Angeles, rimmed in by mountain walls,
An' mossy-banked arroyos where soft the sunlight falls;
Seas o' green an' spangled fields, where wondrous
colors blend
Into a chain o' harmony that stretches without end.
Little ol' Los Angeles!
The pride of all the west;
Favored by the hand o' God;
By Nature doubly blest.
Little ol' Los Angeles! her glory never fades.
Shinin' ever brighter 'neath her varied lights an' shades.
Hills bedecked in beauty by a master painter fair,
An' ev'ry rill a-singin' of the glories pictured there.
Little ol' Los Angeles!
Her roses nod to you,
While Nature smiles her loveliest,
An' bids you “Howdy-do!"
-E. A. Brininstool.
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