The Crimson Parson

They called him the crimson parson
The reverend Chivington
History don't recommend him
For the trouble he begun

"Kill and scalp all Indians
Big and little," was his cry
"Nits make lice, kill the babies too
Let every Indian die"

Oh the reverend colonel Chivington
With the Bible by his side
Oh the reverend colonel Chivington
He took a bloody ride

When he was done his riding
From hell's belly hate was tore
For the reverend colonel Chivington
Started up a mighty war

In the valley of the sand creeks
Slept the peaceful dreaming tribes
Chivington knew them for peaceful
But glory was his bride

In the middle of the night
He fell upon the place
Three-hundred Indians died at once
A victory in disgrace

Fifteen were warriors
The rest woman and child
They scalped and mascaraed them all
Colonel Chivington went wild

The Arapaho and the Cheyenne
Though they'd been talking peace
Died that night at sand creek
So they would not increase

Oh the reverend colonel Chivington
With the Bible by his side
Oh the reverend colonel Chivington
He took a bloody ride

When he was done his riding
From hell's belly hate was tore
For the reverend colonel Chivington
Started up a mighty war

Broken, bad hurt, and outraged
North the survivors marched
Pickin up recruits as they went
For revenge their throats were parched

They cut the overland stage route
Struck down the telegraph pole
They killed more white's than Chivington reds
(?) And they took an unBibled toll (?)

All the way up to Sitting Bull
They told their bloody tale
And the war pipes smoked as they hadn't smoked
Since they cut the Oregon Trail

Indian war for just twelve years
Scattered about the land
And the reverend colonel Chivington
Done it all with his little band

Oh the reverend colonel Chivington
With the Bible by his side
Oh the reverend colonel Chivington
He took a bloody ride

When he was done his riding
From hell's belly hate was tore
For the reverend colonel Chivington
Started up a mighty war