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John J. Curtis

John J. Curtis

John J. Curtis

My name is John J. Curtis,
 My age is twenty eight,
I was born in Scuylkill County
 And there I met my fate.
So now with your attention
 If you will be so kind,
I will tell you of that fatal day
 That I was stricken blind.

It was on a bright May morning,
 As the sun peeped o'er the hill,
The little birds sang loud and sweet:
 I seem to hear them still;
My heart was filled with purest joy
 As to the mines I did stray,
To earn an honest living
 In the colliery of Morea.

At eight o'clock I climbed the pitch,
 And to my work did go,
I drilled two holes and loaded them-
 Touched one and fled below.
It soon went off; I then went back
 To the one that did remain,
When by its mouth it too went off
 And blew me down again.

I lay there in the darkness;
 I was buried in the coal,
The blood in streams ran down my cheeks;
 Great lumps o'er me did roll.
When I got free, my cap and lamp
 Was all that I could find,
And when I struck a match, 'twas then
 I knew that I was blind.

Now kind folks, do have pity
 On whom you chance to find
Wandering through your city,
 That in both eyes is blind;
You know not when your day will come
 That this same path you'll stray,
So be kind-hearted while you can
 To the miner from Morea.

From Minstrels of the Mine Patch, Korson
DT #711
Laws G29
oct96