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- Burial in Tillsonburg Cemetery, Section H, Row F, # 20
In Memory of / Ira / son of Joseph and Charity Weeks / died Sept 13, 1864 / ag 25 yrs 3m's/ & 6 dys.
Ira was accidently shot and killed by his fiance, Nancy Turner, in his twenty-fifth year, two weeks before their wedding was to have taken place.
Ira Weeks
Come list to me, ye careless youths,
And a story I'll relate
How by the hands of his true love
Young Ira met his fate
He was a young and charming youth,
And Nancy's heart had won:
Together, they with plighted hands
Were ever to be one
One day he called ar Nancy's cor,
As he was want to do
To see the one he loved so well
And to whom his heart was true.
They sat and chatted for awhile,
Their hearts were knit as one:
Not knowing that dread death was nigh,
And Ira's course was run.
Her brother from a-hunting came
And repaired to Nancy's room
But he soon arose and left his gun,
Yes - - Ah - - Alas - - - too soon.
Nancy arose and took the gun,
Not thinking any harm:
The gun was charged, she knew it not,
And so, feared no alarm.
While playing with the gun, she said,
"Ira, shall I shoot you?"
"Shoot," Ira said, the gun went off
and shot him through and through
The maiden screamed in accents wild
As his lifeless form she viewed
No pen can paint in character,
The awful scene that ensued.
The joys looked for upon that day
Were turned to sorrow, severe,
And the weddingers of fine array,
To mourners did appear.
Now who can tell the awful grief
That filled this maiden's breast:
No balm can give her any relief,
For her, there is no rest.
Her pities were all blighted
As the sky that appeared so clear,
Is darkened now, with many a care,
And a sorrow, so severe.
Author Unknown
Ira was accidently shot and killed by his fiancee, Nancy Turner, in his twenty-fifth year, two weeks before their wedding was to have taken place. Source; Ostrander Women's Institute Book
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My Scottish "Wilkie" Family
1839 - 1864 (25 years)
