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 While they searched through the wood some fragments were found, Torn threads of a girl's scarlet shawl, Lying hither and yon on the virgin ground— Faint hope of success was all.

Now at length a full score of Tories is spied, At the mouth of their cave with guns— "Down, still!" said Martin, "a moment we'll hide, Then away for our friends and our sons."

Two score are secured and each man is well armed; They approach the Tories' dark cave; But the thieves are alert as well as alarmed, Before men so mighty and brave.

Quick shots are exchanged—the maiden still prays; All the Tories but three take flight, And these are bound fast, and in Heaven's own ways, There's rapture and holy delight.

Ah, ne'er such a kiss and ne'er such embrace, 'Twixt Martin and only daughter; For the gold of the hills, and the wealth of the race, Could not, for all, have bought her.

The Tories still flee, the seven and ten, Pursued thru the Sauratown hills, 'Till the last is destroyed or safe in a pen, And the lovers had a feast that fills.

CUM ON WID YER MONEY FUR ME

I'm pore an' bline, but I shore kin sing; And I lubs to hear dat silver ring, So cum on wid yer money fur me.

Yer knows, white folks, a nigger's pore chance; An' de best I kin do is ter sing an' dance; Now cum on wid yer money fur me.

Fill up dat cup an' run hit ober, An' I'll be full like a sheep in de clober; So cum on wid yer money fur me.

Dar neber wuz er pull like de money pull, An' meny's bin de day since mer cup wuz full— O cum on wid yer money fur me!

While mer song do er about like ole Jim Crow, Yer hearts will be happy an' oberflow, Ef yer cum on wid yer money fur me.