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42 Songs and Ballads
4 Oh, yes, we'll pay good wages,
Your passage to and fro, Provided you will sign papers
To stay the winter through. But, mind you, if you get homesick,
And back you swear you '11 go, You '11 have to pay your own passage down
From Colley's Run, i-oh!
5 T was by that tarnal agreement
That we agreed to go, Full five and twenty in number.
All able-bodied men. The road it was a pleasant one,
By trail we had to go, Till we landed at McFarling's tavern, t> Full seventeen miles below.
6 But there our joys were ended,
Our troubles, they began. Our captain and the foreman
Came following up the Run. They led us in every direction,
Through some places I did not know, Among the pines which grew so tall
On Colley's Run, i-oh!
7 Our hearts were clad with iron,
Our soles were shod with steel, But the usages of that winter Would scarcely make a shield.