John D. Lee Utah Phillips
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Here's news come to the city about a wagon train;
Here's news come to the city about a wagon train;
How men and all their families by John D. Lee was slain
Brigham Young sent out a runner, bid Squire Wells to come;
Brigham Young sent out a runner, bid Squire Wells to come;
Go down into that country and see my justice done
He gathered up a posse, a dozen men or more
He gathered up a posse, a dozen men or more
They tracked across the desert to the Colorado shore
No sooner they crossed over than John D. Lee was found
No sooner they crossed over than John D. Lee was found
Down in the Indian village the squaws was camped around
The horses from Missouri was found in his corral;
The horses from Missouri was found in his corral;
The Squire read him guilty the facts we find here tell
A wagon and a coffin, they make a heavy load
A wagon and a coffin, they make a heavy load
To haul up to the meadow along the black ridge road
Way up in Mountain Meadows they made him dig his grave
Way up in Mountain Meadows they made him dig his grave
Though loudly he protested, his life he thought to save
Here's news come to the city about a wagon train;
How men and all their families by John D. Lee was slain
Brigham Young sent out a runner, bid Squire Wells to come;
Brigham Young sent out a runner, bid Squire Wells to come;
Go down into that country and see my justice done
He gathered up a posse, a dozen men or more
He gathered up a posse, a dozen men or more
They tracked across the desert to the Colorado shore
No sooner they crossed over than John D. Lee was found
No sooner they crossed over than John D. Lee was found
Down in the Indian village the squaws was camped around
The horses from Missouri was found in his corral;
The horses from Missouri was found in his corral;
The Squire read him guilty the facts we find here tell
A wagon and a coffin, they make a heavy load
A wagon and a coffin, they make a heavy load
To haul up to the meadow along the black ridge road
Way up in Mountain Meadows they made him dig his grave
Way up in Mountain Meadows they made him dig his grave
Though loudly he protested, his life he thought to save
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