Listen my children and let us pause
by the resting place of William Dawes,
Who was laid in earth, in Ninety-nine;
Those who would follow the Freedom Trail's Line
To this patriot's tomb must hear of its flaws.
He said to his friend, one Paul Revere,
When they met on the road that fateful night,
"Two may succeed where one may fail
To alert the militia before day-light,--
I went by land, and you came by sea;
And in Lexington by dawn we'll be."
Together they rode and spread the word,
And when a British patrol was heard,
Revere was caught, but Dawes had spurred.
When the cause was won, with an honored name,
Eclipsed though it was by a silversmith's fame,
His mortal remains were to dust returned,
But precisely where was soon unlearned;
In the family tomb, by King's Chapel side
The SAR long claimed, with pride,
Resides the Dawes who made the ride
Yet things are not what they appear
Despite what those on Duck Tours hear.
A document has come to light,
That proves this tale is far from right,
The Central-Burying-Ground, not King's,
Received his bones when his soul took wings,
And this makes sense, for when he died,
The bone-yard was full by the Chapel side,
And yet this was not his final ride;
In Forest Hills, in Jamaica Plain,
His bones were laid in earth again.
As to why his remains were thus exhumed,
Brought to Forest Hills, then re-entombed,
The Sexton's log no mention makes
(Assuming these records are real, not fakes)--
Still the pages state the year and day;
In 1882 he lay
In the plot of his first wife, Mehitable May,
Thus Liberty loses, then finds a Son,
Who rode with Revere to Lexington.