The Old Scout’s Lament

The Old Scout’s Lament

Come all of you my brother scouts
And join me in my song
Come let us sing together
Thought the shadows fall so long.

Of all the old frontiersmen
That used to scour the plain
There are but very few of them
That with us yet remain.

Day after day they’re dropping off
They’re going one by one
Our clan is fast decreasing
Our race is almost run.

There were many of our number
That never wore the blue
But faithfully they did their part
As brave men tried and true.

They never joined the army
But had other work to do
In piloting the coming folks
To help them safely through.

But brothers we are falling
Our race is almost run
The days of elk and buffalo
And beaver traps are gone.

Oh the days of elk and buffalo
It fill my heart with pain
To know these days are past and gone
To never come again.

We fought the redskin rascals
Over valley hill and plain
We fought him in the mountain top
And fought him down again.

These fighting days are over
The Indian yell resounds
No more along the border
Peace send far sweeter sounds.

But we found great joy old comrades
To hear and make it die
We won bright home for gentle ones
And now our West good-bye.