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One Isaac Orcutt was his name, Who lately into Westfield came, To cut some timber for a sled, The snow was deep, he had to wade
��Some forty rods to an ash tree. The top was dry as you may see He cut the tree off from the stump The top was dry threw back a chunk
Which flew and struck him in the head And stunned him though he was not dead There the poor senseless creature lay All the remainder of that day
No search was made by any one Until the setting of the sun When Mr. Manly and his son Alarmed set out upon the run
They soon beheld him with surprize And gazed on him with stedfast eyes The blood had issued from the wound And thawed a passage to the ground
They took him up and bore him home
Put him to bed in a warm room
They washed his limbs and dressed his wounds
And tried to force some medsin down
��All useful remedies was tried Yet in the evening he died
The word "evening" is pronounced as a trisyllable. The verses are sung with a doleful drawl.
The words offer a curious correspondence to those relating to Beckwith. In the latter song we also read of a dry " chunk " or piece of wood, which by falling caused the death of a woodcutter.
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