The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1899-08-13
Robert Sallette.

Ia Ballad or the ReVOlutlOn.)
The Liberty Boys are up and out;
They're here with a song and there with
a shout;
They're here in a flash and there in
And they f1eer and jeer at King Georges
name.
The Tories may buster and fluster and
fret.
But the Liberty Boys will beat them yet;
And the chief of the Boys is Robert Sal
lette.
Robert Salette-his limbs are long,
And his good right arm is uncommonly
strong.
He r ~; like a centaur' he swins like a
And the Liberty Boys will rise at his
And the Tories have never chance to
The name and the fame of Robert Sal
lette.
He has bought up acres and boarded up
gold.
He Sits in his house never making a
For fear of visit from the Liberty Boys.
And he says aloud: "A price 1 will set
On the head of this traitor, Robert Sal
lette.
"Oh. Governor Wright is mild and kind,
And justice and mercy are much to his
mind;
But a harsher voice than his should be
To uphold the cause of King George the
Third,
And to silence this horrible noise that
comes
From Boston way of flies and drums.
One hundred guineas the man shall get
Who will bring me the head of Robert
Sallette!'
The Tory sits in his old oak chair,
With arms and blazonry carven fair:
n11o n orf
aches,
And not even the ghost of a noise he
makes:
For news came last night that the Boys
would ride:
And he hears the tramp of horse out
side,
And the soul within him sits cold with
dread
There falls on the door thunderous
And it jars his ear like lannon's shock,
And into the room there strides, before
The trembling darkey can close the door,
stalwart man with ponderous sack,
sword at his side and a gun at his
back.
He drops the sack with heavy thump,
And it strikes the floor like a leaden
bright
1t seems to pierce like a sword of light:
"a hundred guineas 1 come to get,
For | bring you the head of Robert Sal
lette."
The Tory starts, and his heart grows sick,
And his eyes grow dim, and his breath
comes quick,
AS he stares at the thing that bulges
round
At the end of the sack that lies on the
ground
SHOW me the head, ere you speak so
"Navi" ulloth the strapUar HEIrc+ tho
I have ridden too fast and ridden too far,
And have seen too much of your Liberty
War,
To run risk at the very end
so out with your money, my loyal friend,
And then. 1 promise you. you shall get
sight OF the head of Robert Sallette''
The gold rings out on the table there:
1t lies in a heap both broad and fair,
glittering pyramid rich and rare
Outshining Egypts, beyond compare.
The stranger laughs at the splendid sight,
But again his look is stern and bright.
"A bargains bargain, friend" he said.
You pay right well for homely head!
For'-he swung his hat from his forehead
clear
1.-The head of Robert sallette is-herev'
There's a man who rides, and slaps his
sides,
For r,s gl eeo at hearing the guineas chink
He laughs "Ha! ha.'' and he laughs "Hoi
ho,''
And he's off to the forest like shaft from
bow.
MY fine old friend, twill be some time
vet
Ere part with the head of Robert Sal
letter!
There's Tory gentleman, rich and old
Who sits and quakes with an icy cold
His teeth they chatter with fear and rage,
And he says some things unbecomiug his
age.
AS he glares at the ground, and at some
thing round
That rolls from sack with a humping
sound.
He grumbles and groans, and he savagely
tears
In painful way at his grizzled hairs;
And he cries: oh the murderous, trail
torous bumpkini
Instead of his head, he's left me a pump
KIM
Laura E. Richards in ST. Nicholas.