The Dusky Crew
Our heads were rough and our hands were black
With the ink-stain's midnight hue;
We scouted all, both great and small—
We were a dusky crew;
And each boy's hand was against us raised
'Gainst me and the Other Two.
We chased the hare from her secret lair,
We roamed the woodlands through;
In parks and grounds far out of bounds
Wandered our dusky crew;
And the keepers swore to see us pass—
Me and the Other Two.
And one there was who was light of limb,
Nimble and wary too.
A spirit grim we made of him
Unto our dusky crew;
He fetched and carried for all us three—
For me and the Other Two.
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