The Saddest Funeral

Fall of hope and optimism

Filled with a vision of a bright future

The poor mountain boy

Dressed in the best he had

He had worked hard all year

Bought a ticket to Philadelphia

Make big money in that Northern town

More than he ever had


Drinking with some local thugs

They robbed and beat him dead

Piled cross ties over his body

And burned him bad


They shipped his body home

Ragged and burned and poor as when he left

Grandfather Jay built his casket

A neighbor sang a song

No preacher braved the weather

On that cold, wet, gray, and mournful day

We put his body in the ground

And cried as we walked the muddy way.



This page had a note at the top, “The Stout Graveyard” .

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