Sioux Indians Pete Seeger

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 fam’ly, my friends and my home
To cross the wide mountains and deserts to roam

I crossed the Missouri and joined a large train
Which bore us over mountains, through valley and plain
And often of an evening a-huntin' we'd go
To shoot the fleet antelope and wild buffalo

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

We traveled three weeks till we come to the Platte
A-pitching our tents at the head of the flat
We spread down our blankets on the green shady ground
Where the mules and the horses were grazing around

While taking refreshment, we heard a loud yell
The whoops of Sioux Indians come up from the dell
We sprang to our rifles with a flash in each eye
And says our brave leader, "We'll fight till we die"

They made a bold dash and they come near our train
The arrows fell around us like showers of rain
But with our long rifles we fed them hot lead
Till a-many a brave warrior around us lay dead