A six inch spike sticks in his throat bleeding
And there Dangerfield Newby lays dead
As not one rose up supporting his cause,
And soon they removed the ears from his head.
First of the fallen from John Brown’s army
The first of thousands to die for his cause
Newby laid out there as food for the hogs
In the joyous Harpers Ferry applause.
Next to his heart, inside his coat pocket
The reason for his passionate fervour
“The children are well”, on her written page.
And for that he so wished he could serve her.
So there he took up arms with old John Brown,
A man would bargain for his wife for sale.
Bargain for the fee, bargain with his life,
Stake his life, to try, should he win or fail.
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