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letra de sioux indians - roger welsch

[verse 1]
i’ll sing you a song, though it may be a sad one
of trials and troubles and where first begun;
i left my dear family, my friends, and my home
to cross the wide mountains and deserts to roam

[verse 2]
i crossed the missouri and joined a wagon train
which bore me o’er mountains and valley and plain;
and often in evening a-hunting i’d go
to shoot the fleet antelope and the wild buffalo

[verse 3]
we heard of sioux indians all out on the plains
a-k!lling poor drivers and burning their trains
a-k!lling poor drivers with arrow and bow
when you’re captured by indians, no mercy they show

[verse 4]
we traveled three weeks till wе came to the platte
’twas nеarby the road on a green shady flat;
we spread out our blankets on the green grassy ground
while our horses and oxen were grazing around

[verse 5]
while taking refreshments we heard a loud yell
’twas the whoop of sioux indians coming up from the
dell
we sprang to our rifles with a flash in each eye
“boys,” says our brave leader, “we’ll fight till we
die.”
[verse 6]
they made a bold dash and came near to our train
the arrows they fell just like hail and like rain;
but with our long rifles we fed them cold lead
till many a brave warrior around us lay dead

[verse 7]
in our small band there were just twenty-four
and the indians were many-five hundred or more
we fought them with courage; we spoke not a word
the noise of the battle was all that we heard

[verse 8]
we shot their bald chief at the head of the band;
he died like a warrior with his gun in his hand
when they saw their bold chief laying dead in his gore
they whooped and they hollered and we saw them no
more

[verse 9]
we hitched up our horses and started our train-
three more bl–dy battles this trip cross the plains;
and in our last battle three of our brave boys they fell
we left them to rest in a green, shady dell

[verse 10]
we traveled by day, guarded camp during night
till oregon’s mountains looked high in their might;
now at pocahontas beside a clear stream
our journey is ended in the land of our dreams

- roger welsch

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