Pete Seeger

Pete Seeger - Sioux Indians songtekst

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Vers 2, 8 en 9 zingt Pete niet. Hij voegt er op het eind nog wel een couplet aan toe, maar dat couplet hebben we nog niet.

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 wide mountains and deserts to roam
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
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 our horses and oxen were grazing around
Where our horses and oxen 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."
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
Till a-many a brave warrior around us lay dead

We shot their bold chief at the head of their band
He died like a warrior with a gun in his hand
When they saw their brave 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

In our little band there were just twenty-four,
And of the Sioux Indians five hundred or more;
We fought them with courage, we spoke not a word;
The whoop of Sioux indians was all could be heard.

We hooked up our horses and started our train
Three more bloody battles this trip on the plain
And in our last battle three of our brave boys fell
And we left them to rest in the green shady dell
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Publisher: Folkways Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1954

Taal: Engels

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