HAVE YOU STRUCK ILE?
Words, Joseph A. Quinby. "Arranged by A. Speculator." 1865.

1. From California ocean laved to old Virginia's shore,
And from the Gulf of Mexico to northern Labrador,
All o'er the land the word is now petroleum all the while
And all the borers and the bores inquire, "Have you struck Ile?"

CHORUS: Hurrah! Hurrah! Rich treasures in our "Sile"
What care we if all Europe rage? Our nation has struck "Ile."

2. Brown says to Jones, "Have you struck Ile?" and Jones in turn asks Brown,
And as the question goes along through country, state, and town,
Petroleum's the new-born wealth which issues from the soil,
And th' all-absorbing question now's "My friend, have you struck Ile?" CHORUS

3. But yesterday that man was poor who's now a millionaire,
For on his lands deemed worthless then, are found oil wells most rare.
His neighbors all, now half run mad, are boring through the soil,
And oleaginous signs they seek, all hoping to strike "Ile." CHORUS

4. Old Hobbs, the speculator's there, with greenbacks and with gold;
And anxiously the question asks—"if all the lands are sold."
If not, he offers then and there, of greenbacks a huge pile,
To the lucky chap who first shall strike a vein of rich coal Ile. CHORUS

5. All hail! the new-born wealth, all hail! now gushing from oil fountains,
In every part of our proud land, from valleys, plains, and mountains,
We've wealth untold in oil and gold, rich treasures in our soil.
What care we if all Europe rage? Our nation has struck "Ile." CHORUS