"Commander could I freshen up your coffee" I ask with bloody hands My request to speak freely is promptly denied With a drag on his pipe he says, "We don't make peace, we make demands" "We'll do what we must if they won't step aside" If I get out of this alive I fear I'll just come back for more When the cavalry arrives My company will be ignored When the petition at Ojo Caliente is sent back overturned And Victorio's riders dispatch to oppose I'll venture to voice my apprehension with a question on my mind- When did the gray wolf start dressing in indigo clothes? Fix bayonet and ready arms! Take a knee and raise them high! It's getting hard enough to aim With the bastard standing on our side Boundless plains and open skies A kettle quick becomes a cage If I break off before the fall Will I meet ruin, just the same?