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They had not rolled off many logs 'till they heard
his clear voice say, " I'd have you boys be on your guard, for the jam
will soon give way." These words he'd scarcely spoken when the jam did
break and go, Taking with it six of those brave boys and their
foreman, young Monroe.
Now when those other shanty boys this sad news
came to hear, In search of their dead comrades to the river they
did steer; Six of their mangled bodies a-floating down did go, While crushed and bleeding near the banks lay the
foreman, young Monroe.
They took him from his watery grave, brushed back his raven hair;
There was a fair form among them whose cries did rend the air;
There was a fair form among them, a girl from SagÂinaw town,
Whose cries rose to the skies for her lover who'd gone down.
Fair Clara was a noble girl, the river-man's true
friend; She and her widowed mother lived at the river's
bend;
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