The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1902-06-27

So They're here with a
song and there with a shout;
They've here in flash and there IN name,
And they fieer and jeer at King George
name.
The Tories may buster and fuster and fret,
But the Liberty Boys will beat them yet;
And the chief of the Boys is Robert Sallette.
Robert Sallette-his limbs are long,
And his good right arm is uncommohly
strong.
He rides like a centaur, he swims like a fish;
And the Liberty Boys will rise at his wish;
And the Tories have never chance 10
forget
The name and the fame of Robert Sallette.
There's gentleman Tory, rich and old;
He has bought up acres and boarded up
gold.
He sits in his house never making noise,
For fear of a visit from the Liberty Boys.
And he says aloud: "a price will set
On the head Of this traitor, Robert Sallette.
"Oh, Governor Wright is mild and kind,
And Justice and mercy are much to his
mind;
But a harsher voice than his should be
heard
To uphold the cause of King George the
Third
And to silence this horrible noise that comes
From Boston way of flies ard drums.
One hundred guneas the man shall get
Who will bring me the head of Robert Sal
letter.
The Tory sits in his old oak chair.
With arms and blazonry carven fair;
He sits and quakes, and his very heart
aches,
And not even the ghost Of a noise he makes;
For news came last night that the Boys
would ride;
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A jingling stirrup, a ringing tread;
And the soul within him sits cold with
dread.
There falls on the door thurderous knock,
And it jars his ear like cannon's shock.
And into the room there strides, before
The trembling darby can close the door,
A stalwart man with a ponderouS sack,
A sword at his side and a gun at his back.
He drops the sack with a heavy thump,
And it strikes the floor like leaden lump,
And he says, with a look so stern and bright
1t seems to pierce like a sword of light:
"a hundred guineas 1 come to get,
For 1 bring you the head of Robert Sal
letter
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 bold"
"Nayi" quoth the stranger. First, the
gold!
have ridden too fast and ridden too far,
And have seen too much of your Liberty
Wae,
To ran a risk at the very end.
So out with your money, my loyal friend,
And then, l promise you, you shall get
A sight of the head of Robert Sallette!'
The gold rings out on. the, table there;
1t lies in a heap both broad and fair,
A glittering pyramid rich and rare,
Outshining Egypt's, beyond compare
The stranger laughs al the splendid sight,
But again his look is stern and bright.
"a bargains a bargain, friend" he said.
''You pay right we'll for a homely head!
For''-he swung his hat from his forehead
clear
'The head of Robert Sallette is-here!'
There's a man who rides, and sings as he
rides
And shakes in his saddle, and claps his
sides,
For glee at hearing the guineas chink
In his pockets so merrily-tink! tink! tink!
He laughs TIA! ha!' and he laughs "Ho!
hor'
And he's off to the forest like shaft from
bow.
MY me OIu lrleNu, Will Ue SOIile llIHS yet
Ere 1 part with the head of Robert Sal
letter.
There's a 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 unbecoming 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 hars3
And he cries: "Oh the murd erous, traitor
Gus bumpkini
Instead of his head, he's left me a pump
kim
Laura E. Richards, in st. Nicholas.