MOUNTAIN MEADOWS MASSACRE
Come all you sons of liberty, unto my rhyme give ear 'Tis of the bloody massacree you presently shall hear In splendor o'er the mountains some thirty wagons came They were awaited by a wicked band, oh Utah, bear the blame!
In Indian colors all wrapped in shame this bloody crew was seen To flock around this little train all on the meadows green They were attacked in the morning as they were on their way They forthwith corralled their wagons and fought in blood array
Till came the captain of the band, he surely did deceive Saying, "If you will give up your arms we'll surely let you live." When once they had give up their arms, thinking their lives to save The words were broken among the rest which sent them to their graves.
When once they had give up their arms they started for Cedar City They rushed on them in Indian style, oh what a human pity! They melted down with one accord like wax before the flame, Both men and women, old and young, oh Utah!, where's thy shame?
Both men and women, old and young, a-rolling in their gore And such an awful sight and scene was ne'er beheld before Their property was divided among this bloody crew And Uncle Sam is bound to see this bloody matter through.
The soldiers will be stationed throughout this Utah land All for to find those murderers out and bring them to his hands. By order from their president, this bloody deed was done He was the leader of the Mormon Church, his name was Brigham Young.
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