...Where Everyone Is Someone.

Within the redman's wild domain,

Where waving prairie grass unmown,

​Gave way to fields of rip'ning grain,

And they in turn to wood and stone.

​Her marts - her monuments we see,

Wrought by her men of industry;

The pride of our community -

We build-ed thee -

Our Walthill!​

Walthill live on!

Her fertile farms, for miles around,

​Her churches, armed with scared truth,

​Her schools, with wisdom's lore profound

​With nobel zeal inspire our youth -

May they, who write our histories

Extol her new-born industries

​For decades and for centuries - ​

Walthill, live on!

We speed thee.


Come, let your voices gladly raise

And all unite with one acclaim,

Of our dear town to sing the praise,

And laud the honor of her name.

Her splendid homes like magic rise,

​Her lawns are green 'neath

summer skies -​

Is our Walthill -

We hail thee!​​​