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War band called in the morning
War cries echos in the hills
Set fire to the barn and burn all the timber
All, but five of my kin were killed
All, but five of my kin were killed
So saddle up boys, call in the horses
Saddle up, boys ride them hard
We trap them where the rivers wide
With their backs to the bank when we make the charge
Backs to the bank when we make the charge
Well dozen men and a dozen horses
Leave a trail a boy could track
Crest the hill with the sun on our shoulders
Three to one ain't no turning back
Three to one ain't no turning back
It was over near before it started
They picked us off one by one
Laid us low on the banks of the river
My father and his three sons
My father and his three sons
Well, the sky broke open and the rain came pouring
The river swelled and swept us away
No letter back home to mama
She's wondering why to this day
She's wondering why to this day