Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
Goldarned white folks that he never saw.
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
Goldarned white folks that he never saw.
George Lathrop - Dreams and Days
