Making camp at Old Man's Creek--

Gimme some o' that tobacker,

I've been out for more'n a week.

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"We had jest unhitched the hosses,

Nance was riding Kelly's mare,

When we heard them all a-comin'--

They had seen us pull in there.

Nancy said,' I'll hold 'em, daddie,

Get the outfit over here,

And I'll trail you in the mornin';

I will see they don't get near.'

It was in that heavy timber--

Growing dark and spittin' rain--

Where the creek runs to the eastward,

Makes that loop, and back again.

We was in a reg'lar pocket;

Creek banks made a kind of bluff

All around us, so it looked like

We was trapped there, sure enough.

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