Grand River It was on the Grand River, at the falls at Lake Sayer, Four men stepped into their boat, for the rapids they did steer. They intended for to run the falls, their course they did pursue. They came into swift waters and from the boat were thrown. There was William Wright and Benjamin Moore, and likewise H. E. Young. It's these three men were drown-ed and from the boat were flung. There was James McConners he was preserved and he swum safe to shore, Down o'er yon furious rocks where the mighty waters roar. A little boy standing on shore this mournful sight to view, Away to Benjamin's parents with the message quickly flew. His father and his mother, brother and sister too With a mournful cry came running down for to see if it were true. And when they found their son was lost and buried in the deep, A-ringing of their lily white hands most bitterly did weep. "Cease, cease, you cruel waters and leave my son to rest, The bitter troubling motion that lies within my breast." Three days and nights they made a search below this crystal stream, But nothing of their bodies could there at all be seen. But when six days were at and end their floating corpse were spied, Their friends turned white as lilies, and bowed their heads and cried. Come old and young, come rich and poor, and keep this in your mind, And be prepared to meet your God when death to you resigns. Although you are so blooming and death so far away, It soon will overtake you, so ease away and pray. Collected by Ivan Walton, Port Huron Michigan