Collected by Susan Darling Safford.
John and Lydia, that blooming pair,
A whale killed him and her body lies here.
There were three brothers went to sea
Who were never known to wrangle
Holmes Hole--cedar pole
Crinkle, crinkle crangle.
Three brothers started for Holmes Hole in an open boat for cedar poles, and on the passage were killed by lightning, represented by the _crinkle, crinkle, crangle_.
Time was I stood as thou doest now
And viewed the dead as thou doest me.
E'er long thou'l lie as low as I
And others stand to look on thee.
A blacksmith's epitaph composed by himself.
My sledge and hammer lie reclined,
My bellows too have lost their wind,
My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid.
My iron spent, my coal is gone,
My nails are drove--my work is done.
Indulgent world I bid adieu.