Poetry From Lisburn

Here is a poem, composed by one of our residents, that was included in the first history of Lisburn book from 1976.

To Our History Buff


The sun came up one beautiful morn

Upon a town not yet born

Wild deer, tall trees, and meadows of green

Oh! Such a sight I would love to have seen.



A man was here, red the color of skin

But who cared what shade he was then!

Redman didn’t care where he was at

There were deer to hunt and furs to trap.



The white man came to settle here

And chased alike the Redman and deer.

Of the Penn’s there were many, The Fraziers a few

But our man Alex knew just what to do.



Upon a muddy creek he built a mill

With fringe benefits of a good ole still.

Good corn liquor was here in those days

To kill aches and pains and chase tears away.



Soon there were many settlers around

They all got together and formed a town.

Lisburn's name is from Ireland you see

And that is how this town came to be.



The counties and townships were all broken down

First it was LANCASTER, yes this little town.

It became EAST PENNSBORO in the year 1745

And in 1766 became ALLEN without batting an eye.



NO! We did not forget about 1750

A new County was born, CUMBERLAND, the nifty.

To finish our story a hundred years past.

WE”RE now in LOWER ALLEN township – at last!



by Linda L. Kilmore