Classic Poem

On Springfield Mountains there did dwell
A likeley youth was known full well
Lieutenant Merrick onley son
A likeley youth near twenty-one.

One Friday morning he did go
in to the medow and did mow
A round or two then he did feal
A pisen serpent at his heal.

When he received his deadly wond
he dropt hi sythe apon the ground
And strate for home was his intent
Calling aloude still as he went,

tho all around his voys wase hered
but none of his friends to him apierd
they thought it was some workman calld
And there poor Timothy alone must fall.

So soon his Carfull father went
To seak his son with discontent
and there hes fond onley son he found
ded as a stone apon the ground.

And there he lay down sopose to rest
Withe both his hands Acrost his brest
his mouth and eyes Closed fast
And there poor man he slept his last.

his father vieude his track with greate concern
Where he had run across the corn
Uneven tracks where he did go
did apear to stagger two and frow.

The seventh of August sixty-one
this fatull axandint was done
Let this a warning be to all
to be prepared when God does call.