Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1888-07-27
oRET eRAN,E,THER.

What tnlto Grot oranrthor's musket
Thot he lterried nt Bunker Hill,
An go a-gunnin' for spnrrcrs i
with Solomon Judd and Billi
You lot that mustet alone, Dnnli
An GIT down from thct air stool.
You've Jest time enough TO hold this yarn
Aiore yo 70 on to school.
dhnrl don't We wrigglo and twist, Sonnyl
Tho yurn's for yer own new socks.
It's safer to hold than muskots,
With their triggers and riggcrs and locks.
I n muslsot TO shoot Mt sparrorsl -r'-~.' =
Woll, boys Is up to sech tricksi
And that old ono, too that ain't boon touche
Sonce Seventeen Scvonty.sixl
But set moro store by It's rusty stock
Than the finest money can buys
And II you'll stand stiddy, Dan'l,
I'll tell yo the reason why.
Ye mover SEQ Gret Granrthcr,
But you've seed his piotuT, boy,
With the smilin' mouth, an the big brow
1 eyes.
/ jos brimmin' with life IN Joy.
Wen, hc wnrn't like that when seed him,
But his sperrit were lively still,
For all his white hair an empty slcovo,> :
AS IL war ht BUNKER hlh. -.
An mnny's the time he told mo,
Settin' horo In this very cheer
or the fust time he shouldercd that muskct
In tho Continental Year.
How out in the field a.mowln'
He seed tho baynots glance,
An ran for his gun with lighter heart
Than ever he went TO dance.
Vest ms he war-in his shirt sleeves, y
For the weather war warm an bright !
An' no hat-but should'rin' his muskcL ~
Grot Gran'fthCr went to tho hight
An thar on Bunker hillside
Whar the smoke hung thick an gray,
He went a-gunnn' fer rcdcoats,
AS you'd go for sparrors to-day.
uoyi but tho balls were whstlln'
An the flashes KEN thick an fast
But whos'evor muskot had fust word,
Grct Gran'rthor's had tho last
Then n gunner war shot besido him,
That handled n sixpound gun;
An they called for man to tend her,
An Gran'r ther said he war one
81 nint never fired gum" says he,
, But I'll do my proudful bestl
IAN II nll you want is n man, Colonel
1mmcbbe as good Us the rest"
An reckon ho war for he stood thar,
! An fired that six.pound gun,
( Until every redcont within his range
l. Had either dropped or run.
Then, all OF n student, there camo fash,
A crack, an n twinge, an thrill,
An Gran'rthct's right arm dropped by his
side,
+ An hung thar limp an still.
Jcs' for minute, I've heerd him soy,
The hull world seemed to reel,
An hummin sound war in his ears,
Like Gran'm'ther's spinnin' wheel.
But he hadn't no time fer faintin', r..
I Nor he hadn't no time fer pain.
"Its we'll I'm eft-handod" says Gran'rthor;
( An he fired the gun again.
Dimeby, when the Colonel found him,
Arter the fight war done,
He war lyin' all Elacl like nigger
An senseless, along by the gun.
Then the boys made kind o. stretcher;
An Jest us they laid him atop,
lie whispered: THAR warn't no bnlls, Colonel
So was obleegod tor stop"
Yes! that war tho way Grot Gran'rther ft,
An the way he lost his arm;
But he shot with his left till the land war
free,
An then he come back to the farm.
An he laid his musket ncrost them hooks,
An thar it's laid to this day.
An spite O. you an the sparrers, Dan'l
Thars whar it's goin' to stay
The school bell run now, Sonny boyi
An thank ye fer standin' still.
: What's thatf nyl "Hurrah for Gret Gran.
fther'
An "Hurrah fer Bunker Hill"
Mrs. laura E. Richards, in Youths Com.
pdaioa.