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164 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
We saw those Indian's coming, their arrows around us
hailed, My heart it sank within me, my courage almost failed.
We fought them full nine hours until the strife was
o'er, The like of dead and wounded, I never saw before.
Five hundred as noble Rangers as ever served the west, We'll bury those noble Rangers, sweet peace shall be their rest.
I thought of my poor mother, those words she said
to me, "To you they are all strangers, you had better stay
with me."
I thought she was old and childish, perhaps she did
not know, My mind was bent on roving and I was bound to go.
Perhaps you have a mother, likewise a sister too, Perhaps you have a sweetheart to weep and mourn for you.
If this be your condition I advise you to never roam, I advise you by experience you had better stay at home. |
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