THE FOCUS
429 All cut
and mangled on the wreck of young Monroe.
Lay the form
We
took him from the riverside; Brushed back his wavy hair. There was a young form among us Whose screams did rend the air.
There was a young form among us, A girl from Saginaw town, Whose screams and cries did rend the For her true-love had drowned.
skies,
We
gave him a decent burial; 'Twas on the sixth of May. "Come, all you true born Shanty Boys, For comrades let us pray." It
was engraved on a hemlock
Which at his The age, the
tree,
feet does grow.
date, and the drowning Of our foreman, young Monroe.
fate,
Miss Clara did not serve life long, her sad mother's grief, For less than six months after
To
Death came
to her
relief.
For less than six months after Death called on her to go. Her last request was granted. To lay by young Monroe. There are two little mounds side by side, Close by the hemlock tree. The boys have cut the pines all down Around where they used to grow. There sleeps Miss Clara so young and fair. By the side of young Monroe.