Songs & Ballads Of The Maine Lumberjacks

A Collection Of Traditional & Folk Songs of the area with Lyrics & Commentaries -online book

	Maine Lumberjacks           13 5 alyzes the poem in his Lectures on American Literature (New York, 1829), p. 157, gives the name of the authoress as Susannah Rogers, and this appears to be correct (see Williamson's Bibliog­raphy, II, 375). The elegy is reprinted (not quite exactly) by Bouton, pp. 35-37, by Kidder, pp. 120-122 (ed. 1909, pp. 99-101), and (very imperfectly) by Bailey, Historical Sketches of An-dover, 1880, pp. 191-193. It begins: — Assist ye muses help my quill, Whilest floods of tears does down distill, Not from mine eyes alone; but all That hears the sad, and doleful fall Of that young student, Mr. Frye, Who in his blooming youth did die. See stanzas 20-27, below. A BALLAD. 1      What time the noble Lovewell came, With fifty men from Dunstable, The cruel Pequa'tt tribe to tame, With arms and bloodshed terrible. 2     Then did the crimson streams, that flowed, Seem like the waters of the brook, That brightly shine, that loudly dash Far down the cliffs of Agiochook. 3     With Lovewell brave, John Harwood came; From wife and babes't was hard to part, Young Harwood took her by the hand, And bound the weeper to his heart.