Songs and Ballads of the Maine Lumberjacks: With Other Songs from Maine

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Roland Palmer Gray
Harvard University Press, 1924 - American literature - 191 pages

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Page 129 - Twas nigh unto Pigwacket, on the eighth day of May, They spied a rebel Indian, soon after break of day ; He on a bank was walking, upon a neck of land, Which leads into a pond, as we're made to understand. Our men resolved to have him, and travelled two miles round. Until they met the Indian, who boldly stood his ground. Then speaks up Captain Lovewell, "Take you good heed," says he ; " This rogue is to decoy us, I very plainly see.
Page 77 - He's ta'en three locks o* her yallow hair, An' wi' them strung his harp sae fair. 26 The first tune he did play and sing, Was, "Farewell to my father the king.
Page 167 - That battery must silenced be!" He cried, as past he sped. Our colonel simply touched his cap, And then, with measured tread, To lead the crouching line once more The grand old fellow came. No wounded man but raised his...
Page 130 - Then having scalped the Indian, they went back to the spot, Where they had laid their packs down, but there they found them not, For the Indians having spied them, when they them down did lay, Did seize them for their plunder, and carry them away.
Page xii - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet...
Page 161 - ... order ; Britannia shall not rule the Maine, Nor shall she rule the water, They've sung that song full long enough, Much longer than they oughter. The Aroostook's a right slick stream, Has nation sights of woodlands, And hang the feller that would lose His footing on such good lands. And all along the boundary line, There's pasturing for cattle ; But where that line of boundary is, We must decide by battle. We do not care about the land, But they shan't hook it from us ; • Our country, right...
Page 130 - These rebels lay in ambush, this very place hard by, So that an English soldier did one of them espy, And cried out, " Here's an Indian ! " With that they started out, As fiercely as old lions, and hideously did shout.
Page 135 - Then did the crimson streams that flowed Seem like the waters of the brook, That brightly shine, that loudly dash, Far down the cliffs of Agiochook.
Page 132 - But soon again returned, in fierce and furious mood, Shouting as in the morning, but yet not half so loud; For as we are informed, so thick and fast they fell, Scarce twenty of their number at night did get home well.
Page 120 - My father bound me to a trade In Waterford's own town; He bound me to a cooper there By the name of William Brown. I served my master faithfully For eighteen months or more; When I sailed on board the "Ocean Queen,

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