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Ferryman's Pole, Part 2
We crossed the streams where the fool's gold gleams as we joked and told our stories And each man spoke of his love and home when work's all done this Fall When the work's all done this Fall We hadn’t made it halfway up with Bill still trailing badly When Johnny said to Pete and Joe let’s stop here and eat dinner We'd be home in time for supper Slide Whistle Ike said a plan I like presents itself most handy So I went back down to round up Bill my beans and biscuits waiting My beans and biscuits waiting I turned my mount back down the hill an eye peeled for Bill’s pony When it caught my eye upslope in the bye near a shaking quakie standing A shakey quakie standing That’s where my knees like the trembling trees moved in the breeze a whisperin’ But it wasn’t the wind left the bone and skin above my boots a'shakin’ Surely, I was mistaken Young Bill had tied his horse to a sapling down where the trail was bending And climbed up high framed in the sky behind him dark as midnight What happened to the daylight? A ghastly glow surrounds him so like embers from the Devil’s campfire His eyes and face had greatly aged and he smiled like the rage of the Talon River The raging Talon River For there stood Bill on that cursed hill his eyes ablaze like lightning Astride a stream that'd turned to steam under where Mad Bill was standing Right where that Bill was standing It hissed and moaned and turned the stones I swear to molten metal And swept more stones that broke like bones as they tumbled down the mountain That wretched cursed mountain He was on a ridge above the boys still laughin' with their dinner They couldn't see for a line of trees hid their eyes from doom impending All Hades was descending I shouted up, "Joe grab the boys and ride to where I'm standing!" But he couldn't hear me and my desperate plea was lost on that black mountain That black and burning mountain Then Ike first heard that sound not found this side of the river Styx And he barely had time to shout the names of his saddle mates and home "Home boys! Head for home!" But there was no time to clear their mind and comprehend what's coming For who could know what terrible blow upon them was descending All Hades was descending ________________________________________
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