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Oh, there was once a charming lad whose name was Harry Dunn,
And his father was a farmer, and Harry his only son;
He had every thing was needed, a house and farm of land,
But still he wanted to have a trial in the woods in Michigan.
One morning, as Harry was going away, his mother to him did say,
"Harry dear, don't go away, it's home with your parents stay;
Stay with your old aged father, your mother and sisters three,
For there's something seems to tell me your face I will no more see."
As Harry was started on his way for Buffalo next day,
He hired out in the lumbering woods in Michigan far away;
He worked away for two long months and often would write home,
Saying, "The winter will soon be over and then we will go home."
One morning, as Harry arose from his bunk, not a smile was on brow,
He called his chum outside the door, whose name was Charlie Dunn;
Saying, "Charlie dear, I had a dream which hung my heart with woe,
And I think there is something wrong at home, it is there I better go."
Oh, his comrades gathered 'round him and pleaded with him awhile,
Saying, "Harry dear, it's not time to go, it's the time to fall the pine."
They worked away until one o'clock upon that fatal day,
When a hanging limb came from the top and crushed him to the clay.
Oh, his comrades gathered around him, all broken down 'twas crashed,
Saying, "Harry dear, it's now time to go, your time has come at last."
"So pick me up and lead me out and send my body home,
Unto my old aged parents, far from them I did roam."
Now it's early the next morning, as a vision shone the sun,
For to take home the body of poor young Harry Dunn;
And when his mother saw him she fell dead on the ground,
To think on her son that she loved so well her soul came heavily down.
It was his old aged father he lingered for a while,
Old friends say that day after he was never known to smile;
And less than three weeks after we buried the poor old man,
So now you have your daily curse in the woods of Michigan.