Raise your flask,
Aim your rifles high
I've had a dream I've seen we three
Should have no fear at all
You'll die in Kanora (sp?), Billy,
You, Jim, in Winnepeg,
And I will end my days in Montreal.

These people come to see me in my bedroom
With faces dim and names I can't recall
Some woman with a golden ring
She comes to comb my hair
And she dresses me and walks me down the hall
I can still put one foot before the other
If someone points the way for me to go
Today the sun is shining and a crowd has gathered round
They've put circles of red flowers on the stones

Raise your flask
Aim your rifles high
I've had a dream I've seen we three
Should have no fear at all
You'll die in Kanora (sp?), Billy,
You, Jim, in Winnepeg,
And I will end my days in Montreal.

Old Jim Rankin
Stood behind behind me in the ?
Spat on his bayonette and wiped it with his hand..

(That's as much as I could hear from a clip.)
Alice