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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 135
Sweeping across the waters
And echoing to the shore, Caught by the morning breezes,
Borne on the evening gale, Cometh a voice of mourning,
A sad and solemn wail.
Lost on the Lady Elgin, Sleeping to wake no more, Numbered in death three hundred Who failed to reach the shore.
O it's the cry of children
Weeping for parents gone, Children who slept at evening
But orphans awoke at dawn; Sisters for brother weeping,
Husbands for missing wives, Such were the ties dissevered
With those three hundred lives.
61 THE JAMESTOWN FLOOD
Is it news you ask for, strangers, as you stand and gaze
around At those cold and lifeless bodies lying here upon the
ground? Do you see that lady yonder, with the little girl and