My brother’s family Settled on Hacker’s Creek They lived there in August Six months and a week Shawnees raided the camp We heard there were 16 slain So we rode out at dawn In a late September rain Settlement was burned And my brother lay dying But along the water’s edge I heard a baby crying I walked over to the creek I laid down my gun In the cattails along the water Lay my brother’s only son He was seven months old In this world alone My brothers first born So we raised him as our own For years he worked with me Down below Arden Ridge A grist mill along the Tygart Across the Moatsville bridge We raised him up right In the ways of the Lord With the helmet of salvation With the Spirit as his sword Spread the faith from an early age And we saw he had no fears In time he grew in wisdom Well beyond his years The chosen that path he walked The road unseen to some When he turned seventeen He knew his day had come From Galloway to the Tygart He’s been riding ever since A chosen leader of men His name was Levi Prince