THE BALLAD OF THE FIGHTIN' ROSS FIREFIGHTERS

Just north of a place called Pittsburgh, across the city line.

There are hundreds of volunteer firefighters, and they do their job real fine.

They take no money for their work, but they'll sometimes take a tip.

They do it for this land they love, a place called Ross Township.

From the grassy hills of Berkeley, to the slopes of Seville.

From way down south in Fairview, up north to Perrysville.

In the south center is Keating down by the interstate.

And Quaill's on up the highway, guarding the western gate.

In the middle is Laurel Gardens, and when the rain rolls down to the stream,

It flows on down the Babcock to the place called Evergreen.

To make this picture totally clear, the puzzle needs the last piece.

The guys who help us do our job, the Ross Township Fire Police.

We are the best around these parts, when we answer the fire bell,

And if someone out there disagrees, we'll tell 'em go to hell!

So grab you glass and fill it up and hold it way up high.

We vow to protect this land we love until the day we die.

 

Written by:  Al Dean for Ross Township Fireman's Banquet, October 6, 2000.  Sung to:  Howlin' at the Moon