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By Yellow Creek the smoke rose sharp and high
The cries of grief still echo in the sky
Chief Logan's sorrow carved the land with pain
A frontier wound that time could not restrain
The river roared as Adam Poe stood fast
Big Foot fell fighting, legends from the past
Tomlinson Run still whispers tales of strife
Stone walls of blockhouse guarded settler life
On Top of the State, we rise and stand tall
Hancock County forever, pride of us all
From roaring steel to bright clay, your story shines strong
Through faith and laughter together, we carry on
New Cumberland's bricks shone red against the sky
The "Brick Capital" where towns would rise nearby
Sunday bells rang hope when war's dark shadows fell
And schools taught freedom's voice the children well
Weirton's steel rose high where furnaces roared
Clanging hammers shaped strong the nation's sword
William Wells gave Fiesta colors bright
Newell's clay and glaze brought joy in kiln's hot light
On Top of the State, we rise and stand tall
Hancock County forever, pride of us all
From roaring steel to bright clay, your story shines strong
Through faith and laughter together, we carry on
Chester's Teapot towers bold by river's bend
A roadside charm where heritage won't end
Rock Springs Park's sweet popcorn scents still stay
Laurel Hollow echoes laughter's play
On Top of the State, yet mighty in soul
Gateway of stories where histories unfold
From Sunday bells to steelworks' roaring flame
(From schools and fairs,) your pride will still remain
On Top of the State, we rise and stand tall
Hancock County forever, pride of us all
From roaring steel to bright clay, your story shines strong
Through faith and laughter together, we carry on
On Top of the State, we rise and stand tall
Hancock County forever, pride of us all
On Top of the State, we rise and stand tall
Hancock County forever, pride of us all