Title: Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics - The Old Scout's Lament

Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk The Old Scout's Lament 
The Old Scout's Lament 
Come all of you, my brother scouts, and join me in a song Come let us sing together, though the shadows be long 
Of all the old frontiersmen that used to scout the plain There are but few of them that with us remain 
Day after day they're dropping off; they're going one by one Our clan is fast decreasing; our race is almost run 
There were many of our number that never wore the blue But faithfully they did their part as brave men, tried and true 
They never joined the army, but had other works to do In piloting the coming folks, to help them safely through 
But brothers, we are falling; our race is almost run The day of elk and buffalo and beaver traps is gone 
Oh, the days of elk and buffalo! It fills my heart with pain To know those days are past and gone, to never come again 
We fought the redskin rascals over valley, hill and plain We fought him in the mountaintops and fought him down again 
Those fighting days are over; no Indian yells resound No more along the border; Peace sends for sweeter sounds 
But we found great joy, old comrades, to hear and make it die We won great homes for gentle ones And now, our West -- Goodbye 
JN oct96