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High in the north,

Under the mountains' gaze

Two bodies still hand

It was there by the blood fevered hands of men

She they called the cattle thief was slain

50 men in black coats

Ride in from the south

It is not justice that fills their hearts

Or foams at their mouths

The queen of the mavericks,

Daughter of the plains

Her corpse hangs for rumor

Her corpse hangs for company aims

This land bestowed upon the barons

Every grass every straw

We will draw lines across the open range

By order of law

A reckoning comes

From those branded thieves

Driven to desperation

And disparate means

Sound out the bells of war

Within the county line

Here in the wake of the thaw

In a young nation blind

It's war they've waged

It's blood they crave

They come bringing fire

They come bringing siege

A note on the corpse of the peoples' men

"Thieves beware" it would read

Beware!

The gods of men are he who holds

The gunpowder and the gold

Beware!

The company kills for company men

If you should find your name upon their list...

But beware thee

Oh men of the company

Beware the ghost of Cattle Kate

Beware what you create

They're riding out

Through the dusk, to the north

They bring menacing

Blind in rage

And endless violence

The lost men ride

Into the fray

Fifty men rode in

Under promise of pay

Seventy names on a list

Fifty dollars each name

Oh thee men of the association

Who murdered in profits name

Absolved by your own

You carry on in prosperity

Devoid of shame

But there remains

A shadow on the range

The ghost of the cattle thief

Whispers her claim

I heard you seen her now

A dream or not she'll wander

The county round

Until the end

You sure that what you fear is gone?

You blindly hope

I heard you crawl from her now

Endlessly

You are never alone