Collected by Diane Sallee Mr. Ally Sallee
Vian, Oklahoma November 1959
Reel 361, Item 5
The Sioux Indians
I'll sing you a song, and it may be a sad one,
Of the trials and troubles when I first begun,
We left our dear kindred on the deserts to roam,
And we crossed old Missouri and we jined the right train.
Traveling and hunting we'd go We'd shoot the antelope and
We heard of the Sioux Indians being out on the plain, Killing some drivers and robbing their train,
They killed the poor guide with an arrow and bow,
Being captured by Indians no mercy was showed.
We traveled three weeks till we come to the flat,
We spread out our blankets on the green grassy ground,
While our mules and our horses was a-grazing around.
While takeing our rations we heard a low hail,
A band of Sioux Indians coming up from the dale,
We sprang to our rifles with a flash in each eye,
"Brave boys,"said the leader, "we'll fight till we die."
We got on our horses, got ready to fight,
A band of Sioux Indians just hove in our sight,
Our brave little band being forty and four Although the Inidans was a hundred or more.
They come down upon us with a whoop and a yell,
Some cracks of our rifles, six of them fell,
They saw the coming, I heard them
They whooped and they yelled and they circled around,
They made a bold dash from there to our train,
Arrows fell around me like hail and like rain,
But from our own rifles we fed them coud lead,
Till a many a brave warrior around them lay dead.
We killed the bold cheiftain at the head of the band,
He died like a warrior with a gun in his hand,
They saw the bold lie dead on the
They whooped and they yelled and we saw them no more.
We hitched up our horses and started the train,
Three more bloody battles like a
And in the last battle, three brave boys fell,
And we laid them to rest in a green shady dell.
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