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It was noon by the sun we had finished our game	A
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim	A
Jones was countin' his chips Smith relievin' his mind	B
Of ideas that a straight should beat three of a kind	B
When Johnson of Elko came gallopin' down	C
With a look on his face 'twixt a grin and a frown	C
And he calls Drop your shovels and face right about	D
For them Chinees from Murphy's are cleanin' us out	D
With their ching a ring chow	E
And their chic colorow	F
They're bent upon making	G
No slouch of a row	F
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Then Jones my own pardner looks up with a sigh	H
It's your wash bill sez he and I answers You lie	H
But afore he could draw or the others could arm	I
Up tumbles the Bates boys who heard the alarm	I
And a yell from the hill top and roar of a gong	J
Mixed up with remarks like Hi yi Chang a wong	J
And bombs shells and crackers that crashed through the trees	K
Revealed in their war togs four hundred Chinees	K
Four hundred Chinee	C
We are eight don't ye see	K
That made a square fifty	K
To just one o' we	K
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They were dressed in their best but I grieve that that same	A
Was largely made up of our own to their shame	A
And my pardner's best shirt and his trousers were hung	L
On a spear and above him were tauntingly swung	L
While that beggar Chey Lee like a conjurer sat	M
Pullin' out eggs and chickens from Johnson's best hat	M
And Bates's game rooster was part of their loot	N
And all of Smith's pigs were skyugled to boot	N
But the climax was reached and I like to have died	O
When my demijohn empty came down the hillside	O
Down the hillside	O
What once held the pride	O
Of Robertson County	K
Pitched down the hillside	O
	-
Then we axed for a parley When out of the din	C
To the front comes a rockin' that heathen Ah Sin	C
You owe flowty dollee me washee you camp	P
You catchee my washee me catchee no stamp	P
One dollar hap dozen me no catchee yet	Q
Now that flowty dollee no hab how can get	Q
Me catchee you piggee me sellee for cash	R
It catchee me licee you catchee no 'hash '	-
Me belly good Sheliff me lebbee when can	C
Me allee same halp pin as Melican man	C
But Melican man	C
He washee him pan	C
On BOTTOM side hillee	H
And catchee how can	C
	-
Are we men says Joe Johnson and list to this jaw	S
Without process of warrant or color of law	S
Are we men or a chew here be gasped in his speech	T
For a stink pot had fallen just out of his reach	T
Shall we stand here as idle and let Asia pour	F
Her barbaric hordes on this civilized shore	F
Has the White Man no country Are we left in the lurch	U
And likewise what's gone of the Established Church	U
One man to four hundred is great odds I own	C
But this 'yer's a White Man I plays it alone	C
And he sprang up the hillside to stop him none dare	F
Till a yell from the top told a White Man was there	F
A White Man was there	F
We prayed he might spare	F
Those misguided heathens	K
The few clothes they wear	F
	-
They fled and he followed but no matter where	F
They fled to escape him the White Man was there	F
Till we missed first his voice on the pine wooded slope	V
And we knew for the heathen henceforth was no hope	V
And the yells they grew fainter when Petersen said	W
It simply was human to bury his dead	W
And then with slow tread	W
We crept up in dread	W
But found nary mortal there	F
Living or dead	W
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But there was his trail and the way that they came	A
And yonder no doubt he was bagging his game	A
When Jones drops his pickaxe and Thompson says Shoo	X
And both of 'em points to a cage of bamboo	X
Hanging down from a tree with a label that swung	L
Conspicuous with letters in some foreign tongue	L
Which when freely translated the same did appear	F
Was the Chinese for saying A White Man is here	F
And as we drew near	F
In anger and fear	F
Bound hand and foot Johnson	C
Looked down with a leer	F
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In his mouth was an opium pipe which was why	H
He leered at us so with a drunken like eye	H
They had shaved off his eyebrows and tacked on a cue	X
They had painted his face of a coppery hue	X
And rigged him all up in a heathenish suit	N
Then softly departed each man with his loot	N
Yes every galoot	N
And Ah Sin to boot	N
Had left him there hanging	G
Like ripening fruit	N
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At a mass meeting held up at Murphy's next day	N
There were seventeen speakers and each had his say	N
There were twelve resolutions that instantly passed	N
And each resolution was worse than the last	N
There were fourteen petitions which granting the same	A
Will determine what Governor Murphy's shall name	A
And the man from our district that goes up next year	F
Goes up on one issue that's patent and clear	F
Can the work of a mean	C
Degraded unclean	C
Believer in Buddha	Y
Be held as a lien	C

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