Ore Knob Song
Come blooming youth in midst of day,
And see how soon some pass away,
There were two men worked with us here,
What became of them you soon shall hear.
They worked all day till evening tide,
Before the ground it made its slide,
At fifty minutes after five,
They were healthy men and yet alive.
Before the whistle blew for six,
their die was cast, thier doom was fixed,
The rocks and dirt came tumbling down,
And under it these men were found.
Both cold and dead and could not live,
For God had took the spark he give,
They were brought to the top a dreadful sight,
How lonesome was that Tuesday night?
Poor Sherley and Smith how much we miss,
Them around the old Ore Knob today,
We hope they’er gone to a world of bliss,
But none of us we dare not say.
But with the Lord there’s nothing strange,
He could their hearts in a moment change,
We hope He did their hearts renew
And receive them in that heavenly crew.
Poor Sherley had a wife and children dear.
And Smith had a mother this news to hear.
We hope they will for Consilation,
Read and believe John’s revelation,
That says the dead will one day rise,
And saints will mount the upward skies,
To praise and sing and the Lord adore.
Where saints that meet shall part no more.
Let us take heed when the scriptures say,
That we must watch as well as pray,
For in an hour when least is thought,
The summons of death, it may be brought.
Dear Bro Greer:
Some time ago when you sang at
Jefferson I heard you say you wanted this old
ballet so I found it and am sending to
you. I am also printing it in paper and
will have a copy sent you.
S. C. Blackburn