Fuller And Warren
Fuller and Warren
1274
Te sons of Columbia, your attention I crave
While & sorrowful altty I tell
Which happened of late in old Initiana state
Of a hero whom fow could excel
Ilks Ramson, be courted the foy of his life
And intended to make her his wife,
Fut like Deltinh fair she did his heart ensnare,
Which cost him his honor and his life
A gold ring he gave her in token of true love
And on it was the image of a dove
They mutually agree to ba married with speed,
And were chatued by the powers above
Now this false hearted mald had intended to wed
Young Warren, who resided in the placel
And this was the fatal blow, watch proved her overthrow
And ended in her shame and disgrace
For Satan, with his wiles and wonderful snares,
Oh, young men, he cautious, be wise, and heware
of false vows when you’re courting for your wives
When Pulter learned he was deprived of his trus love
Tae one he had intended to wef,
With his heart so full of wos, to young
Warren And amling unto Warren he enidi
“Oh Warren, you viilata, you know you have me wronged
You reported that I left a prudent wife
For this you must confens, or sise I’ll break the Jawa,
And Warren, I’ll deurive you of your life”
Says Warren to Fuller, “Your wish must be fanted,
For my heart to your true love la bound
And Puller, I 40 may thia la cur wedding day,
In spite of all your heroes in town”
Then Fuller in a passion of love and anger bound,
Did don dood caused many for to righ
For with one fatal shot he killed Warren on the spot
Then, amiling, said “I’m ready now to die,
Young Fuller was condemned by honor of our courts,
In Lynchburg county for to die
An ignominious death to hang above the earth,
Like Hamen, on the gallows so high
The day it arrived when young Fuller was to die,
And he cheerfully came forth to his doom
Proudly he did stand for he was a handsome man
On his breast ho wore the red, white, and blue
Ten thousani spectators were smote upon the breast
The guard dropped a tear and a sigh Sayine
“Cursed was she who caused his misery
Would to God she were in his place to die”
(The Inter Occan prints this as a courtesy, and because it has been requested a number of times, not because it is poetry)