Songs & Ballads Of The Maine Lumberjacks

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

	The Bangor Fire By JOHN J. FRIEND, BANGOR, MAINE 1      It was on a Sunday afternoon The sky was bright and clear, The people of our dear old town They felt no dread or fear; But 'ere the clock it had struck four They heard the signal bell Which drove them from the homes they loved And bid that last farewell. 2     Far down Broad Street the flames rose high, And crossed Kenduskeag Stream They landed at the Crosby shed, It seemed so like a dream; The savings bank is all afire Our Library is no more Oh! who would thought this Sabbath eve, Would bring sorrow to our door. 3     I'm standing on Exchange Street, To view this awful scene The Stearns block is toppling down, Great heavens what can it mean! And just across, the Morse-Oliver Is falling o'er our head And gazing there with anxious fear, Upon the aged dead.