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300 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
Alas, they didn't know their papa Was numbered with the dead. They worked along that night And all of the next day; The furnace like a central fire Had all burned away.
8 Their friends and fellow miners To save them they did strive; Among them Jones and Williams Who nobly lost their lives. Their bodies were all found at last, As on the ground they lie,
All clustered there together In company to die.
9 Among them aged fathers With children in their arms,
As if through death's cold valley They would shield them from harm. I never shall forget the sight As through the shaft they came, While weeping friends stood waiting by Their cold remains to claim.
10 And as their souls ascended
To God who gave them breath, They plead against the company Whose greed had caused their death. The widow and the orphant For sympathy we crave, While weeping o'er their loved ones Lying silent in their graves.
n O may the Lord in pity Never let his mercy fail; Be a father to the orphant, A friend to Avondale. |
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