When Billy And I Go Camping

When Billy and I went a camping,
The leaves in the woods got a tramping,
Our bright campfire burned till the hour of mid-
night,
And the owls in the tree tops looked down with
affright;
And the coyotes stole close to our tent every-
night,
When Billy and I went a camping.

When Billy and I went a camping,
Out in the dark woods was a tramping,
We heard the leaves rustle that lay brown and
dead;
We heard a twig snap as we covered our heads,
For the Spirits of dead Indians moved near our
bed,
When Billy and I went a camping.

When Billy and I went a camping,
Out there in the woods was a tramping,
We listened and heard a foot step so clear;
And our hearts beat still louder from terror and
fear,
For the last one we heard was still closer, so near:
When Billy and I went a camping.

When Billy and I went a camping.
The Spirits of Indians were tramping,
Their moans 'mong the trees we heard on each
breeze;
And they gazed at our campfire and cried "Who
are these
That dare to intrude where we once were at ease,"
When Billy and I went a camping.

^__Ed Blair.