Sioux Indians

I'll sing you a song, though it may be a sad one
Of trials and troubles and where first begun
I left my dear family, my friends, and my home
To cross the wild mountains and deserts to roam
To cross the wild mountains and deserts to roam

We heard of Sioux Indians all out on the plains
A-killing poor drivers and burning their trains
A-killing poor drivers with arrow and bow
When captured by Indians no mercy they show
When captured by Indians no mercy they show

We traveled three weeks 'til we came to the Platte
We pitched out our tents at the end of the flat
We spread down our blankets on the green grassy ground
While our horses and oxen were grazing all around
While our horses and oxen were grazing all around

While taking refreshment we heard a low yell
The whoop of Sioux Indians coming out of the dell
We sprang to our rifles with a flash in each eye
"Boys," says our brave leader, "we'll fight 'til we die."
"Boys," says our brave leader, "we'll fight 'til we die."

They made a bold dash and came near to our train
The arrows fell around us like hail and like rain
We fought them with courage, we spoke not a word
'Til the end of the battle was all that was heard
'Til the end of the battle was all that was heard

We shot their bold chief at the head of the 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 more
They whooped and they yelled and we saw them no more

We traveled by day, guarded camp during the night
'Til Oregon's mountains looked high in their might
Now at Pocahontas beside a clear stream
Our journey is ended in the land of our dream
Our journey is ended in the land of our dream