Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown br Who lies here with no stone to mark the place. br As a boy reckless and wanton, br Wandering with gun in hand through the forest br Near the mansion of Aaron Hatfield, br I shot a hawk perched on the top br Of a dead tree. br He fell with guttural cry br At my feet, his wing broken. br Then I put him in a cage br Where he lived many days cawing angrily at me br When I offered him food. br Daily I search the realms of Hades br For the soul of the hawk, br That I may offer him the friendship br Of one whom life wounded and caged.