Classic Poem

(The Curtis Type)

1.

On Springfield Mountain there did dwell
A likely youth and known full well —
A likely youth of twenty one,
Leftenant Curts's only son —
Only son, only son, only son —
Leftenant Curts's only son.

2.

One Monday morning he did go
Down to the meadow for to mow.
He mowed all day. At last he feels
A pison sarpent bite his heels.
Bite his heels, bite his heels, bite his heels —
A pison sarpent bite his heels.

3.

He laid his scythe upon the ground —
He laid it down and looked around
To see if nobody he couldn't espy
To carry him home that he might die —
That he might die, that he might die, that he might die —
To carry him home that he might die.

4.

He looked around, but looked in vain, —
No one was there to ease his pain;
So he made up his mind his time had come,
And laid his head on a cold stun —
On a cold stun, a cold stun, a cold stun —
And laid his head on a cold stun.

5.

So this young man gave up the ghost,
And forth to Abraham's bosom did post
Out of the meadow he came to mow,
With nobody by to see him go,
To see him go, see him go, see him go,
With nobody by to see him go.