Thomas Carson B.

I’m going to tell you a story
As good as a story can be
The story of a poor man
Named Thomas Carson B.

See, Thomas was a poor man
As poor as poor could be
But he took a dare, I say, I swear
Became the hero of the Key

Then a rich man came to town
Jests at Thomas Carson B.
“ I take no sass from the higher class”.
Says Thomas Carson B.

“So, let me get this straight”, says Rich
“ Now it’s clear to me.
Your character took a- slamming,
You want a bet with me”.

“ I take no sass from the higher class”,
Said Thomas Carson B.
“ I’ll take that duel, you rich fool.
You seem like a coward to me”.

The duel was set for the next day
The next day by the sea
He marched with broken rapier
That Thomas Carson B.

Rich man came a-marching
To the shining sea
He pointed his golden rapier
At Thomas Carson B.

They drew their breathes
Marched one, two, three
He fought brave, yes he did
That Thomas Carson B.

There was the clashing sound of iron
To be heard over the sea
The victor stood over him
Thomas Carson B.

I know it’s hard to belive
As hard as hard could be
Our hero died that day
Thomas Carson B.

The crowd wept and screamed
This can not be
The commited rich man to his grave
In the sounding sea

Suddenly, There came a noise
As strange as strange could be
He rose from the dead that day
That Thomas Carson B.

“ I take no sass from the higher class”,
Said Thomas Carson B.
“I just rose to tell you
For I’m gone for enternity”.

It’s been a hundred years since then
The duel by the sea
And the wind does whisper
Of Thomas Carson B.

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