The county seat of Benton
Is a lively little ville,
And to every Arkansawyer
It exactly fills the bill.
Located in the center
Of a lovely clime,
It bids the tourist enter
And see its scenes sublime;
Come build his summer villa
Away from sordid care
High upon the mountain side
And breathe the mountain air,
Or down beside a rivulet
That sparkles from a spring,
Where you can eat its bounties
And feel just like a king.
The merchants of the quiet town
Are strictly up to date
They have exactly what you want
And you don't have to wait.
They serve you there a double reel
And help you through the door,
And make a feller kinder feel
He oughter bought some more.
Here you can get the latest news
Up at the toyland store:
All magazines, it beats the Jews
And bric a brac galore.
Her counting house is full of gold
That serves a friendly hand,
Moves everything that's to be sold
To make a happy land.
Her preachers are the very best,
Her teachers up-to-date,
Her courts knock thugdom galley west,
Her doctor's rank "first rate."
Her factories and printing plants
Are running over with snap;
Her garbage men like busy ants
And realty, sure get your sap.
Her lawns and parks are beauty spots
And restful with their shade,
Her sparkling spring, for-get-me-nots
Of her verdant everglade.
This is a valued shipping place,
Three hundred cars a year;
Pack all their fruits with wondrous grace
And hurry far and near.
Her fruits are known throughout the West
From Bentonville to sea,
But where they stand the acid test
Is in the mart of Bella V.
That sparkles on her regal crown
Upon her seven hills
That scatters diamonds on her gown
And sings her sweetest trills.
They work together in the fight
The mother and the plain,
The daughter of the dancing light
A swinging to her swain.
That thrill the tourists from afar
Who flock to see their charms
Embraced just like a double star
Within each others arms.