"We had jest unhitched the hosses,
Nance was riding Kelly's mare,
When we heard them all a-comin'--
They had seen us pull in there.
Nancy said,' I'll hold 'em, daddie,
Get the outfit over here,
And I'll trail you in the mornin';
I will see they don't get near.'
It was in that heavy timber--
Growing dark and spittin' rain--
Where the creek runs to the eastward,
Makes that loop, and back again.
We was in a reg'lar pocket;
Creek banks made a kind of bluff
All around us, so it looked like
We was trapped there, sure enough.


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"Wal, we had a time in movin';
Things got mixed up in the rush;
Lead team broke a piece of harness
Pulling through the underbrush.
Then the wagon turned clean over,
But we drug her plumb across,
Hitched with ropes and other fixin's,
Usin' every extra hoss.
Wal, you never heard such shootin',
Bullets whizzin' everywhere;