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I saw the glittering lances, their arrows round me
flew, And all my strength it left me and all my courage too.
We fought full nine hours before the strife was o'er, The like of dead and wounded I never saw before. And when the sun was rising and the Indians they
had fled, We loaded up our rifles and counted up our dead.
And all of us were wounded, our noble captain slain, And the sun was shining sadly across the bloody
plain. Sixteen as brave rangers as ever roamed the West Were buried by their comrades with arrows in their
'Twas then I thought of mother, who to me in tears did say,
II To you they are all strangers, with me you had
better stay." I thought that she was childish, the best she did not
know; My mind was fixed on ranging and I was bound
Perhaps you have a mother, likewise a sister too, And maybe you have a sweetheart to weep and mourn for you;