Collected by M.C. Parler Sung by Bea Jones
and Electa Smith Rt. 1, Springdale, Ark.
Transcribed by by Linda Humphrey Feb. 6, 1964
Reel 437 Item 4
Come all you young and fortunate lads Men both young and old,
I'll tell to you a story That will make your blood run cold. 'Til of a very unfortunate lad Who was known both far and near;
His parents raised him tenderly not many miles from here.
In the county of old Oregon In the township of New Gear There stood a little shingle mill That had run about one year.
'Twas here the mighty deed was done That caused many to weep and wail For a boy who lost his life;
His name it was Harry Bales.
On the 22nd day of April In the year nineteen and nine He went to the mill as usual,
No harm had he inclined.
He took a-hold of the levers And threw the carriage in gear;
He started up the saw at once And it sawed him so severe.
It sawed through his shoulder blade And up and down his back;
It rolled him over on the floor,
But the carriage rolled him back.
He started for his shanty,
His strength was failing fast;
He hollered, "Boys, I'm wounded;
I fear it will be my last."Harry Bales (continued)
A father had poor Harry Bales To weep by the side of his bed,
But no kind and loving mother To soothe his aching head.
They sent for his sister,
Likewise his brother too.
The doctor came and dressed his wounds As best as he could do.
After the cruel wounds were dressed,
Unto them he did say,
"I fear there is no help for me;
I soon shall pass away."
But he lingered on for a day and a night, Till death did ease his pain,
Then his voice was stilled forevermore Never to speak again.
(This is a true story, and Bea's family knew the circumstances of the incident at the time it happened in Oregon county, Missouri in 1909.)
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