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Mollie Kincaide was just seventeen
when they claimed their Nebraska Homestead
Out on the plains, all alone on the range,
a sod hut a stove and a bed.
She was alone, her husband was gone
to find work and bring back supplies
Poor Mollie was scared to be left out there,
no neighbors, just endless grey skies
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And the wolves howled around her door all night
Rocking her chair in the firelight
Certain that they had come for her
Poor Mollie went out of her mind

Morning was cold and storm clouds were near
but Mollie still sat in her chair
The fire had gone out, there was nothing to eat,
Poor Mollie just didn't care
Sweet Sally, her friend, rode over that day,
just to visit and help with the chores
They cooked and they cleaned and they gathered in fuel
At twilight they headed indoors.
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Sally took Mollie home with her
but the wolves were right on their trail
Sally sat by the fire all night,
listening to wolves howl and wail
It was close to dawn when a wolf broke in
through the window by Mollie's bed
Sallie fired her gun and shot him down
but Mollie was already dead.

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