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Richmond Kentucky

Richmond, Kentucky (population 27,152) was founded in 1798 by Colonel John Miller, a Revolutionary War Soldier, and named in honor of Miller's birthplace, Richmond, Virginia. It was the scene of a major Civil War Confederate victory in 1862, when General Kirby Smith defeated General William Nelson's Union forces. Although the main battleground is six miles south of town, a heavily contested retreat left many buildings bearing the marks of battle.

Notable Residents
United States Supreme Court Justice Samuel Freeman Miller was born and raised in Richmond.

Former Yankee great and Hall of Fame member Earle Combs resided in Richmond until his death in 1976. He is buried in Richmond Cemetery.

 

 

Richmond Kentucky

Richmond Cemetery

August 28, 2007

 

Kentucky Facts

State Flower: Goldenrod
State Animal: Grey Squirrel
State Tree: Tulip Tree
State Bird: Cardinal
State Song: My Old Kentucky Home
State Insect: Viceroy Butterfly
State Fossil: Brachiopod
Nickname: Bluegrass State
State Gemstone: Fresh water pearl
Origin of name: Iroquois Indian word "Ken-tah-ten," which means "land of tomorrow."
 

 

My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home good night

Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.

They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.

The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the poor folks may go
A few more days and the trouble will end,
In the field where sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.