The Five Sisters

Nineteen souls left camp at first light
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes nineteen souls left camp at first light
 Two men red and twelve men white
 And we five sisters along for the plight
 Spinning a quilt on a loom
 Fourteen lads, they led on the trail,
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, fourteen lads, they led on the trail,
 (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen)
 When the oxen and wagons and weather did fail,
 Yet we five sisters were plucky and hale
 Humming a widowy tune
 Two of the lads had holes in their shoes,
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, two of the lads had holes in their shoes
 (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)
 And their toes went black and their soles went blue
 Yet we five sisters, as well-heeled as Jews
 Danced in the light of the moon
 Three of the lads came down with a cough
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, three of the lads came down with a cough
 (Two, four, six, eight, nine)
 And they wheezed in fits til' their heads fell off
 Yet we five sisters were twirling aloft
 Riding the stick of a broom
 One of the lads went mad in the night
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, one of the lads went mad in the night
 (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
 And cut off his clothes and his beard with a knife
 Yet we five sisters were bundled up tight
 And slept as a babe in a womb
 Two of the lads went thin as a bone
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, two of the lads went thin as a bone
 (One, two, three, four, five, six)
 And their tongues went thick and their guts went moan
 Yet we five sisters knew nary a groan
 And purred like a black cat in June
 Two of the lads, they picked up a gun
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, two of the lads, they picked up a gun
 (One, two, three, four)
 And shot down the hill where the other two ran
 Yet we five sisters, as pious as nuns
 Blushed as the powder went boom
 The last two lads were a murderous sight
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, the last two lads were a murderous sight
 (One, two)
 And tore at the miwoks for liver and lights
 Yet we five sisters, so prim and polite
 Sat with a napkin and spoon
 One by one, they all met their fate
 Sing toil and trouble and doom
 Yes, one by one they all met their fate
 (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen)
 Fourteen lads so grave and so great
 Yet we five sisters with veils and with plates
 Lay down a quilt on their tomb
 One, two, three, four, five