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from The Barwicker No.1

William Burnett

July the fifth in fifty-two
The ruffled clouds were tinged with blue
Which truly told the practiced eye
A thunderstorm was drawing nigh.
At Barwick near to Aberford
The distant sound at length was heard
Of thunder sounding through the sky
While fearful lightning quick did fly
The storm rushed on with fearful pace
With awful flashes in the chase
The electric fluid struck the ground
The terror spread on all around
The children crept beneath the bed
And some into their cellars fled
Old men who'd never prayed before
With hands uplifted from the floor
Amidst their terror and alarm
For mercy cried out in the storm
And infidels, with one accord
Said, certainly 'There is a God'.
At the New Inn a party sat
To put on time in harmless chat;
The electric fire struck the place
And marked awe on every face
Some men were lifted to the door
And others thrown upon the floor
The hair was cut from one man's head
The bed-poles smashed and fired the bed
In that same house a cupboard stood
Well filled with glass and china good
The 'lectric shock destroyed them all
And with great -force went through the wall
In Towler's field it struck a steel
And made the very house to reel
At Thomas Robshaw's, then the bus man
Certainly was much destruction
The door was broke, ihe windows all
The plaster torn from off the wall
Part of the jaum was seen no more
And one good lady on the floor.
And yet she sweetly smiled for joy
To find unhurt her darling boy,
But as the storm raged o'er the town
The wind-mill sails came rattling down
And yet the worst remains to tell
A cheerful youth a victim fell
The millers son, his aqe fifteen
A brighter youth is Seldom seen
Struck by the lightning's 'lectric flash
Poor boy, he fell a lifeless mass
And those who saw't will not forget'
Yet for his fate let some regret -
That providence, who gave him breath,
Had sealed the moment of his death
Let's hope he's numbered with the blest
And that his soul is now at rest.

Printed and Published by A. Mann,
Central Market,
Leeds 1861

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