Found on Ancestry.com. As my great great grandfather Smith Sherman is mentioned, I feel that verse should definitely be included:
"West Rutland Marble Bawn"
peterpatten   (View posts)
Posted:        16 Nov 2002 11:33AM
Classification: Query
Edited: 30 May 2004 06:52PM
Surnames: Carney Kearney Gill (?) Sherman Parker Sheldon


THE WEST RUTLAND MARBLE BAWN
by Jimmy Carney

Come all ye good people attend for awhile to a story I will unfold;
The truth I'll tell you'll know right well as I was plainly told.
A dollar a day will be your pay and go work at the earliest dawn;
It is a weary life to be pleasing a wife and cutting the Marble Bawn.

The Irish Boys that fear no noise, they will stand on the rock so brave;
The noise of their drill will never be still but echoing in your ear;
They'll stand in a line like the Wild Geese flying, and they will never be scolding or jawing;
They are the very best boys that ever wore frieze for chipping out the Marble Bawn

When I came to this state it was very late, about nine in the afternoon;
The night being dark and I being strange, I knew not where to roam;
But I started on the train and to West Rutland I came, where the steam mill is always sawing
The beautiful marble stone the like was never known; they call it the Marble Bawn.

There is one man still, they call John Gill I must not forget to praise;
He's working hard from morn till night , and he never stands at ease;
The noise of his sledge on an iron wedge, like shot when the trigger is drawn;
He's the best in the state, of his size or weight, for raising the Marble Bawn.

Now Sheldon has a ledge, it lies to the south, it is the deepest in the diggings all around;
And Parker has a ledge it lies to the north it is the latest that has been found.
But Sherman has a ledge in the midst of them both, that the like of it was never known;
There's nothing can compare but the snow from the air, to that beautiful marble stone.

So now when you are dead with a stone at your head to mark where your body do lie;
Your parents will lament, they'll be discontent and bitterly they'll weep and cry;
And then it will be your doom to lie beneath a tomb that the Cross will be so neatly drawn;
Your name will be enrolled and prayers for your soul will be engraven on the Marble Bawn.

So now my song will end and success to every friend that ever left the Shamrock Shore;
May they live in peace with the Yankee race and each other dearly adore.
So now we are free in the land of liberty where no tyranny over us will be drawn;
We will sit down at ease and sing the praise of West Rutland Marble Bawn


(I've run out of time but hope to comment on the particulars of this 19th century ballad soon.) pjp