The Hiraeth Pit
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One man holds a rifle, the other man holds the reins Wagon wheel leads a dusty trail, where many men's been slain I follow close behind them, draw a pistol from my side I drew a lead upon them, and let my bullet fire I pulled upon the reins as their wagon hit the berth And I hopped down to my stallion's side I fired on them again, now they both lay there dead Nevermore to invade my native land Whoa oh My dixieland I gathered up all their things, and on top my suit of grey I covered myself in blue and gold Prayed to God my soul to keep, as I rolled along the creek Where I saw the federal fire glow I asked to see the captain, I bring news of the day They led me to the tent where the sleeping captain lay I entered his corners and I woke him there My sword placed upon his heart and pistol in the air Whoa oh My pistol's in the air Well, I thrust my saber through him, saw the blood hit the ground I covered his mouth, and he made not a sound Well, I ran to the entrance, slipped away in the night The guards, they never knew that he was dead 'till morning light Well, I am the Grey Ghost, and onward I ride High upon my stallion, sword and pistol by my side For my dixieland For my dixieland
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
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