16 Mar 1776:41 (60)
Pennsylvania Ledger                  
PL.776.022                                                              
16 Mar 1776:41 (60)                                                     
ON THE DEATH OF CAPT. HENDRICK'S.                                       
Mourn, mourn, my lyre, in each string,                                  
While Hendrick's dirge I sing.                                          
From your oozy bed,                                                     
O! Susquehanna raise your head;                                         
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Her eyes, tho' sunk with grief, yet darted heavenly fire,               
Across her alabaster neck there hung a lyre,                            
Which in her hand she took, and thus she sung,                          
While angels listn'd, to the music of her tongue,                       
Air.                                                                    
Strong as the oak upon the plain,                                       
He went away in manly pride;                                            
But ah--! He fell among the slain,                                      
He droop'd his head--and dy'd.                                          
. . . [2 more verses, another recitative, another air of                
three verses, and a final verse of four lines.]