Harry Dunne
1 There is many a wild Canadian boy who leaves his happy home,
And longing for excitement, to Michigan will roam.
But in less than three weeks after, a telegram will come
Saying, “Your boy was killed in the lumbering wood, and his body we'll send home.”
2 I once did know a charming lad, his name was Harry Dunne.
His father was a farmer, and Harry his only son.
He had everything he wanted, a farm of splendid land,
But he wanted to have a trial in the woods of Michigan.
3 The morning Harry was going away, his mother to him did say,
“Oh, Harry dear, don't go away! Here with your parents stay.
Don't leave your dear old father, your mother and sisters three.
There is something seems to tell me your face I'll see no more.”
4 Young Harry he started on his way for Buffalo Bay next day.
He hired with a lumbering king in Michigan far away.
He worked away for three long months and oft-times would write home
Saying, “Winter will soon be over, and then I will come home.”
5 One morning as Harry rose from his bunk, no smile was on his brow.
He called his chum outside the door, whose name was Charlie Doe.
Saying, “Charlie dear, I had a dream which fills my heart with woe.
I fear there is something wrong at home, and it's there I'd better go.”
6 His comrade only laughed at him, which pleased him for a time,
Saying, “Harry, this is no time to go. It's time to fall the pine.”
He worked away till one o'clock upon that fatal day,
When a hanging limb fell down on him and crushed him to the clay.
7 His comrades gathered round him where broken he was cast.
“Oh, Charlie, I am dying now, my time has come at last.
Lift me up and take me down and send my body home
Unto my dear old mother. Oh, why did I ever roam?”
8 Oh, early the next morning, when brilliant shone the sun,
The man took home the body of poor young Harry Dunne.
And when his mother saw him she fell dead upon the ground,
And with the son she loved so much her soul was heavenward bound.
9 Likewise his aged father, he lingered for a while,
But from that day e'er after was never known to smile;
And in less than three months after, they buried the poor old man.
And now you see the deadly curse upon the woods of Michigan.
And longing for excitement, to Michigan will roam.
But in less than three weeks after, a telegram will come
Saying, “Your boy was killed in the lumbering wood, and his body we'll send home.”
2 I once did know a charming lad, his name was Harry Dunne.
His father was a farmer, and Harry his only son.
He had everything he wanted, a farm of splendid land,
But he wanted to have a trial in the woods of Michigan.
3 The morning Harry was going away, his mother to him did say,
“Oh, Harry dear, don't go away! Here with your parents stay.
Don't leave your dear old father, your mother and sisters three.
There is something seems to tell me your face I'll see no more.”
4 Young Harry he started on his way for Buffalo Bay next day.
He hired with a lumbering king in Michigan far away.
He worked away for three long months and oft-times would write home
Saying, “Winter will soon be over, and then I will come home.”
5 One morning as Harry rose from his bunk, no smile was on his brow.
He called his chum outside the door, whose name was Charlie Doe.
Saying, “Charlie dear, I had a dream which fills my heart with woe.
I fear there is something wrong at home, and it's there I'd better go.”
6 His comrade only laughed at him, which pleased him for a time,
Saying, “Harry, this is no time to go. It's time to fall the pine.”
He worked away till one o'clock upon that fatal day,
When a hanging limb fell down on him and crushed him to the clay.
7 His comrades gathered round him where broken he was cast.
“Oh, Charlie, I am dying now, my time has come at last.
Lift me up and take me down and send my body home
Unto my dear old mother. Oh, why did I ever roam?”
8 Oh, early the next morning, when brilliant shone the sun,
The man took home the body of poor young Harry Dunne.
And when his mother saw him she fell dead upon the ground,
And with the son she loved so much her soul was heavenward bound.
9 Likewise his aged father, he lingered for a while,
But from that day e'er after was never known to smile;
And in less than three months after, they buried the poor old man.
And now you see the deadly curse upon the woods of Michigan.
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