BLOCKADER’S TRAIL



By Henry D. Holsclaw



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In the Year of Our Lord Nineteen and Twenty-one,

Jerome Triplet and his deputy cam to my home.  

The First thing they did was to holler "Hello",

I said "Come In", of course you  might know.

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A friend of mine, John Teeters, was there,

And without further notice they arrested the pair;

They hand-cuffed us together securely and fast;

Saying, "Oh law boys, we’ve got you at last."

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"You boys were well hid but we found the place,

You are darned good runners but we win the race."

Then Triplet searched the house in hopes He’d find

Some whiskey to drink that He’d know was mine.

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‘Twas the month of July, the weather was hot,

Walsh tried to read the old warrant but said he could not,

I read the warrant over with all of my care,

And therefore knew it was wrong some where,

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When Triplet arrested Charlie Walker, I gave him great praise,

And he has surely been encouraged in various ways,

For the old search warrant that they served on me,

Was the thinnest piece of business that I ever did see.

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It was originally swore out for two Kaylor men,

And my name was stuck on it and ‘twas served once again.

So Triplet searched the house and all of my goods,

And at last had to send his deputy to the woods.

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He went through the cornfield thugity-thug-

And when he came back he had a full gallon jug.

When he told him to get that liquor he gave him a nod,

He said that he found it a sittin’ by a log.

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It was full of corn liquor and it sure was fine,

Said he saw a girl hide it and he knew it was mine,

For she run out of my house that jug in her hand,

But I say it’s either a lie or a mistake of the man.

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For I had no liquor and I guess I know,

If you don’t believe me the girl will tell you so,

But they took their liquor and both of us boys,

And went to the mountains for the rest of their toys.

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On our way to the mountain to get the rest of their junk,

They hid their jug-o-liquor in an ole holler stump,

When we got to the place where the still was at,

There stood Robert Dula as watchful as a cat.