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The Mormon Bishop's Lament
And his wild cry of defiance from the Wasatch tops
did ring. 'Twas when that bold Bill Hickman and that
Porter Rockwell led, And in the blood atonements the pits received the
They took in Dr. Robertson and left him in his
gore, And the Aiken brothers sleep in peace on Nephi's
distant shore. We marched to Mountain Meadows and on that
glorious field With rifle and with hatchet we made man and
'Twas there we were victorious with our legions fierce and brave.
We left the butchered victims on the ground without a grave.
We slew the load of emigrants on Sublet's lonely road
And plundered many a trader of his then most precious load.
Alas for all the powers that were in the by-gone
time. What we did as deeds of glory are condemned as