No. VI

When our world was still in love
 In Eighteen Hundred and Twenty-Five
 And myths were writ on those grand pages
 Fast as word of mouth
 And we believed just what we want
 And Number Six was what we got
 Ooh, ooh
 Number Six on the line
 As Grand River Winds
 From V to VI
 When Lake Ontario joined Erie
 In that fateful coming of age
 Settlers sailed in from New England
 Dreaming hearts agape
 At Ten Eyck Tavern they were told
 The land at Six was made of gold
 Ooh, ooh
 Number Six on the line
 To all passers-by
 Was N-O-V-I
 And as our world falls out of love
 At such an alarming pace
 The chance for humor, charm and
 Wit to define our history wanes
 Though disbelievers run our towns
 Romantic fools make all the sound
 If you believe beyond your means
 A book of legends you will leave
 Number Six on the line
 Ahead of its time
 Now trampled and blind