Frontier Ballads
A Collection of Traditional Western Songs
with Lyrics & Illustrations
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THE BALLAD OF SERGEANT ROSS
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HE south wind's up at the break of dawn From the dun Missouri's breast, It has tossed the grass of the Council Hill And wakened the flames on its crest;
The flames of the sentry fires bright,
Ablaze on the prairies pale, Where sixty men of the Frontier Corps
Are guarding the Government Trail.
A rattle of hoofs from the northern hills, A steed with a sweat-wrung hide
And Olaf Draim, of the Peska Claim, Swings off at the captain's side.
A limb of the sturdy Swedes is he,
Marauders in days of old, But the swart of his face is stricken white
And the grip of his hand is cold. |
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