Collected by: Merlyn B. Page James R. Hayes
Sang by: Oleavia Houser Fayetteville, Arkansas December 7, 1958 Reel 278 Item 5
CUSTER’S LAST STAND
(The Last Great Charge)
It was just before brave Custer’s charge Two soldiers drew their reins,
With parting words and elasping hands,
That they might meet again.
One had blue eyes and curly hair,
Just nineteen years ago,
With a down upon his chin and red rosy cheeks, He was only a boy, you know.
The other was tall and dark and slim,
And his faith in this world was dim,
While he only trusted more to them,
Who were all this world to him.
The tall dark man was the first to say,
Charlie, my time has come,
We will ride together up yonder hill,
But you must ride back alone.
We have rode together on many a raid,
We have marched for many a mile,
But here to now we have met our doom,
With the calvary’s hopeful smile.
I have a face upon my breast,
I shall wear it in this fight,
It’s a face that is all this world to me,
And it shines like the morning light.
Like the morning light was her love to me,
And she cherished my lonely life,
And little did I care for the frown on her face, When she promised to be my wife.Continue CUSTER’S LAST STAND
Reel 278, Item 5 (Cont’d)
Oh write to her, Charlie, when I’m dead and gone, Send back this fair formed face,
And tell her gently how I came to die,
And where’s my resting place.
If I get killed and you reach back,
Will you do as much for me,
For I have a mother who is waiting at home,
Who loves me tenderly.
Its one by one she had lost us all,
She has lost both husband and son,
And I was the last to answer the call,
So she kissed me and sent me on.
And then there came the command to charge,
With an instant’s clasping hands,
And then, ’’Goodbye,” and a way he rode,
With his brave devoted band.
They rode til they came to the top of the hill, Where the Indians shot like hail,
And among the dead of brave Custer’s men,
They scalped them as they fell.
And among the dead who were left behind,
Was the boy with the curly hair,
And the tall, dark man who rode by his side,
Was dead beside him there.
There was no one left to tell blue ayed girl,
Of the last words her lover said,
Or the patient mother who was waiting at home,
Not knowing her boy was dead.
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