Hannah Whitman was an only girl
Who lived with Dad and three brothers.
She never knew her mother Pearl.
Beyond them there were no others.
Hannah grew up like any man
And was nobly slain like one too.
Hunting in the forest they ran
For a great stag they did pursue.
All three brothers tested their luck
But not one could land a true hit.
Hannah aimed her bow at the buck,
With one shot he fell in a fit.
When her father went to inspect,
Out the woods did come a great bear
And with a charge on him it leapt
The sons only watched in despair.
Bow in hand, she took a deep breath
Hannah aimed and hit the bear’s side
It roared aloud and cursed her death
Running at her like a flood tide.
But Hannah shot one more arrow,
Which embedded in the bear’s chest
But then she fell under her foe.
From the bear’s grasp she tried to wrest.
The dying bear made one last try.
With a strong swipe it broke her neck
Murder achieved, it too did die.
Atop its kill fell in a wreck.
Hannah’s father ran to her side
But by then it was all too late.
Saving her father’s life she died
Now Hannah is at Heaven’s gate.
