A young man’s body long it lay
In bottom of Toronto Bay,
But at last the waters bore,
And raised him up near to the shore.
But no one knew his rank or station,
No one knew his home or nation,
But his form and dress were genteel,
And sorrow many they did feel.
Kind man took charge of the remains,
And was well rewarded for his pains,
So skilful he did him embalm,
Restored the features sweet and calm.
The father came and he did bless
The man who did restore the face,
And saved for him his son’s remains,
And thus he fame and honor gains.