They laugh and sport and joke and talk. And everything that�s ill:

It seems a shame to bring me here. Then treat me so cold and chill

By throwing away the adopted name. and calling me Petersville.

Although the oil excitement here has brought no little fame.

The nearest towns about the place scarce know me by my name.

Tho� derricks, oil and gas and smoke are covering vale and hill.

When �ere you hear them speak of it, its always Petersville.

Incorporated years ago, enjoying Church and School.

They call me Connoquenessing, but they�ve disobeyed the rule:

They walk abroad and boldly speak in a manner that�s fit to kill

And boast about the little town, but call me Petersville.

Although there�s Punxsutawney and ther�s Zelienople too.

Of all the little towns around, its hard to spell, its true.

Then why in the name of common sense, when they went to fill the bill,

Did they call them Connoquenessing , instead of Petersville?

Our people go to the county seat and do much business there:

They buy and sell and once a year attend the Butler Fair:

And when the street car brings them home, in a voice so loud and shrill.

As they stop just near this famous spot, they call out �Petersville, Petersville.�

Our boys go �round and play baseball, and sometimes loose a game:

But if they�d know the reason why, they�d know that they�re to blame:

For on the breast of every suit is a letter that bears me ill,

And this conclusion I must reach, that it stands for Petersville.

Our people travel through the land, and in going to and fro,

They�re asked the place of their abode, but seldom do they know:

For when they find it on the map, its Connoquenessing still.

They�re almost sure to hear it said, �Oh yes, that�s Petersville.�

So what�s the use of going on, and calling me what I�m not.

I now beseech my friends to give the name the Indians brought,

And though confusion it may give, I�m Connoquenessing still.

But that each one may know for sure, say Connoque-Petersville.