Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1902-07-03


-o They're here with
song and there with shout;
They're here in flash and there IN lame
And they heer and jeer at King Georges
name.
The Tories may bluster and auster and fret,
But the Liberty Boys Will beat them yet
And the chief of the Boys is Robert Salette.
Robert Sallette-his limbs are long,
And his good right arm 10 uncommonly
strong.
He rides like a centaur, he swims like fish;
And the Liberty Boys will rise a his wish;
And the Tories have never chance to
forget
There's a gentleman Tory, rich and old;
He has bought up acres and hoarded 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
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 guineas the man shall get
Who viii! bring me the head of Robert Sal
lette!
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:
And he hears the tramp of horse outside
A ify1gr In cit 1.iy y1rrir4 voc
And the soul within him sits cold with
dread.
There falls on the door a thurderous knock,
And it jars his ear like a cannon's shock.
And into the room there strides, before
The trembling darky can close the door,
a stalwart man with a ponderous sack,
A sword at his side and gun a. his back.
He drops the sack with heavy thump,
And 1t strikes the floor like a leaden lump,
And he says, with a look so stern and bright
1t seems TO pierce like a sword of light
"a hundred Guineas | 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 buges round
AT the end of the sack that lies on the
ground.
NAY" quoth the stranger. First, the
gold
have ridden too fast and ridden too far,
And have seen too much of your Liberty
War,
To run 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,
OutshiEing EgyptS, beyond compare.
The stranger laughs at the splendid sight,
But again his look is stern and bright.
"a bargains a bargain, friend" he said.
''You pay right well for a homely head!
For'-he swung his hat from his forehead
1.-The head of Robert sallette is-here"
There's a man who rides, and sings as he
And shakes in his saddle, and claps his
sides,
For glee at hearing the guireas chink
In his pockets so merrily-tnk! tInk! tink!
lie laughs 'Ha! hal" and he laughs 'Ho!
ho!"
And he's off to the forest like shaft from
bow.
MY fine old friend, t will be some time yet
Ere l part with the head of Robert Sal
lette!"
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 a sack with a humping
sound
He grumbles and groans, and he savagely
tears
in a painful way al his grzzled hairs5
And he cries: "Oh the murderous, traitor
Gus pumpkin!
Instead of his head, he's left me a pump
kim"
Laura E. Richards, in St. Nicholas.