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HARRY BALE
G
OME all kind friends and kindred dear and Christians young and old, A story I'll relate to you, 'twill make your blood run
cold; 'Tis all about an unfortunate boy who lived not far
from here, In the township of Arcade in the County of Lapeer. It seems his occupation was a sawyer in a mill, He followed it successfully two years, one month,
until, Until this fatal accident that caused many to weep
and wail; 'Twas where this young man lost his life,— his name
was Harry Bale.
On the 29th of April in the year of seventy-nine,
He went to work as usual, no fear did he design;
In lowering of the feed bar throwing the carriage into gear
It brought him down upon the saw and cut him quite severe;
It cut him through the collar-bone and half way down the back,
It threw him down upon the saw, the carriage coming back. |
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