<p class="tit-song">THE OLD SCOUT'S LAMENT <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page117" name="page117"></SPAN>(p. 117)</span></p>
<p>Come all of you, my brother scouts,<br/>
And join me in my song;<br/>
Come, let us sing together<br/>
Though the shadows fall so long.</p>
<p>Of all the old frontiersmen<br/>
That used to scour the plain,<br/>
There are but very few of them<br/>
That with us yet remain.</p>
<p>Day after day they're dropping off,<br/>
They're going one by one;<br/>
Our clan is fast decreasing,<br/>
Our race is almost run.</p>
<p>There were many of our number<br/>
That never wore the blue,<br/>
But, faithfully, they did their part,<br/>
As brave men, tried and true.</p>
<p>They never joined the army,<br/>
But had other work to do<br/>
In piloting the coming folks,<br/>
To help them safely through.</p>
<p>But, brothers, we are falling,<br/>
Our race is almost run;<br/>
The <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page118" name="page118"></SPAN>(p. 118)</span> days of elk and buffalo<br/>
And beaver traps are gone.</p>
<p>Oh, the days of elk and buffalo!<br/>
It fills my heart with pain<br/>
To know these days are past and gone<br/>
To never come again.</p>
<p>We fought the red-skin rascals<br/>
Over valley, hill, and plain;<br/>
We fought him in the mountain top,<br/>
And fought him down again.</p>
<p>These fighting days are over;<br/>
The Indian yell resounds<br/>
No more along the border;<br/>
Peace sends far sweeter sounds.</p>
<p>But we found great joy, old comrades,<br/>
To hear, and make it die;<br/>
We won bright homes for gentle ones,<br/>
And now, our West, good-bye.</p>
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