The Powers that Be unloose on them the very scum of Hell!
We thought of how we'd like to go to help Bill get away
But knew their eyes and lights and guns were on us night and day.
We saw the wig-wam village of the tin-horn crew near by
And we knew the one of us that went was pretty sure to die.
That night we heard the baying dogs, a lonesome shot or two,
While Mrs. Parsons, horror-eyed, sobbed on the whole night through.
We heard the sentry's answering call, the brooklet gurgling near,
And red, red thoughts went through our brains, some dim and others clear.
But little Buddy, all alone bent over Bill's old gun;
He oiled it up and polished it—and waited for the sun.
The mine-guards came next morning and they brought Bill to the door,
They had him in a blanket that was spotted red with gore.
And Mrs. Parsons didn't weep as lots of women would
But she had such a look on her that made us wish we could.
She stroked Bill's white and rigid face, her eyes looked far away......
Well! We all got together then we had a plan to lay.
When Jurgot came a swaggering up in front of every one
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