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They made a bold dash and came near to our train And the arrows fell around us like hail and like rain, But with our long rifles we fed them cold lead Till many a brave warrior around us lay dead.
We shot their bold chief at the head of his band. He died like a warrior with a gun in his hand. When they saw their bold chief lying dead in his
gore, They whooped and they yelled and we saw them no
With our small band,— there were just twenty-four,—
And the Sioux Indians there were five hundred or more,—
We fought them with courage; we spoke not a word,
Till the end of the battle was all that was heard.
We hitched up our horses and we started our train; Three more bloody battles this trip on the plain; And in our last battle three of our brave boys fell, And we left them to rest in a green, shady dell.