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Rh From their rural wigwams in Castleton, The land of slates and quarries, Quarries of green and purple slates, Slates that never fade nor tarnish, To celebrate the Hubbardton Raid, Raid of citizens on Castleton Medical College, Long ago in the early history of our town, Fifty years ago. They have come to celebrate, And to get one ''good, square meal. ''

In this land of slates and quarries, Quarries that furnished slates of various hues, Was the seat of medical learning Where the youthful Esculapians learned to bleed, To bleed from the arm with a lancet, To bleed from their patients' pockets, Pockets filled with honest silver dollars, Here in this modern rural Athens, In this quiet Green Mountain hamlet,