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Ye sons of Columbia, attention all I'll pray,
And listen to a story I'm going to tell:
It happened here of late in an Indiana State,
Of a hero who but a few could excel.
He was handsome, independent, he was comely and fair,
But a sweeter hero never yet was known;
But sorry for to say, instead of a wedding day,
Young Fuller he lies silent in his home.
Like Samson he courted the fairest of the fair,
He thought she would be his wedded wife;
But like Ella the fair, she did his heart unswear,
And robbed him of his honour and his life.
He gave to her a gold ring as a token of true love,
He thought her the image of a dove;
To get married then with speed they mutually agreed,
And he swore by all powers above.
When Fuller came to hear he was deprived of his dear,
He swore in his heart he would wed;
With his heart full of woe to young Warren he did go,
And smiling to young Warren he said:
"Young man, you know you've wronged me,
You gratify your cause by reporting that I've left a prudent wife;
Now acknowledge that you've wronged me or I will break the law,
For, Warren, I'll deprive you of your life."
Warren made reply, "Your request l do deny,
For my heart unto your darling is bound;
But furthermore I'll say, this is our wedding day,
In spite of all the heroes in the town."
Young Fuller in a passion of love and anger flew,
And this fair one began for to cry;
And with one fatal shot, he shot Warren on the spot,
And smiling said, "I'm ready for to die."
Young Fuller was condemned by the honour of jury bold,
In the land of lorn alone for to die;
To die an inhuman death to hang upon the yard,
Like a highwayman upon the gallis high.
The time was drawing nigh when young Fuller he must die,
And smiling said, "I'll bid you all adieu."
Like an angel he did stand, for he was a handsome man,
And upon his coat he wore a rose of blue.
Ten thousand spectators they were all standing by,
And the guards dropping tears from their eyes,
Saying, "Cursed was she who caused this misery,
She ought in his place now to die."
The smiling God of Love, looking down from above,
And the rope broke asunder where they stand;
Two doctors there to pay, commit murder on that day,
And hung him by the main string of the hand.
Collected in 1951 from Dick Stamp of St. Vincent's, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
Excerpted in part from: Mercer Family History:
On January, 10, 1820, in Lawrenceburg, the county seat of Dearborn County, Indiana, Amasa Fuller killed a man named Palmer Warren. Warren had "stolen" the affections of Fuller's intended bride. Fuller challenged him to a duel, which was still somewhat legal in that day, and Warren refused and turned to run away, whereupon Amasa Fuller shot and killed him. This was about the time of the Aaron Burr-Alexander Hamilton duel [July 11, 1804] and the sentiments against duelling were becoming apparent. Fuller was tried and found guilty of murder, and hanged on August 14, 1820.