The Five Sisters American Murder Song

Nineteen souls left camp at first light
Sing toil and trouble and doom
Yes, nineteen souls left camp at first light
Two men red and twelve men white
And we five sisters along for the plight
Spinning a quilt on a loom

Fourteen lads they led on the trail
Sing toil and trouble and doom
Yes, fourteen lads they led on the trail
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen)
When the oxen and wagons and weather did fail
Yet we five sisters were plucky and hale
Humming a widowy tune

Two of the lads had holes in their shoes
Sing toil and trouble and doom
Yes, two of the lads had holes in their shoes
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)
And their toes went black and their soles went blue
Yet we five sisters as well-heeled as Jews
Danced in the light of the moon

Three of the lads came down with a cough
Sing toil and trouble and doom
Yes, three of the lads came down with a cough
([cough], two, [cough], four, [cough], six, [cough], eight, nine)
And they wheezed in fits 'til their heads fell off
Yet we five sisters were twirling aloft
Riding the stick of a broom