. Argo. bol of their prowess,But the sturdy tribe of foemanWent upon the war path next night,And in force did tie the boastfulWith strong cords of hemp and cotton. Old eleven, undespairing,Nothing daunted by the hardnessOf the fight they now were their clubs and fought with brave spirits were among them,And they rose and made resistance,Fought with strength and fought with courageThe attacks of their assailants;But soon they were rendered helpless,And were taken out as they watched their foemen bury1 heir great boulder and its war braves were
. Argo. bol of their prowess,But the sturdy tribe of foemanWent upon the war path next night,And in force did tie the boastfulWith strong cords of hemp and cotton. Old eleven, undespairing,Nothing daunted by the hardnessOf the fight they now were their clubs and fought with brave spirits were among them,And they rose and made resistance,Fought with strength and fought with courageThe attacks of their assailants;But soon they were rendered helpless,And were taken out as they watched their foemen bury1 heir great boulder and its war braves were among them who didBreak their bonds and flee, but theirBrothers left behind them sufferedI ill the early morn, when they allWere led and shown to the brave squawsThat live in the Hillside, farfrom scene of toil and trouble. When the summer came alongward,With its trilling birds and brooks,1 hen conspired eleven together,And the stone did resurrectTo always stay above the sod,With honor or cause Ive never seen a copper mine, Nor yet the deep, blue moon; But I have seen a monkey shine,And seen a human spoon. THE ARGO, i 9 i o To those who dare to paint and smearWith colors foreign to the war paintOf eleven, for swift vengeance,Like a firebolt, shooting downward,In whose pathway lies no safety,From whose pathway no escape is,Will the troubler strike and punish. Now the time is still at hand To finish up the old encounters, And to dwell and live as brothers, With the war paint blue and white. Old iis had her day. And she still has days to come, Days that long will be remembered, In the town of W ilmington; But wed speed our parting brothers, Brave foes of 1910, And we wish you strength and courage, For the fight thats still ahead. Let us then be friends together, Smoke the pipe of peace forever, And agree to dwell as brothers, Till the Great Chief calls us yonder.
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