The Ballad of Judith Folger
To the tune of Pat Riely
Words by Lorcan Otway
From a true story told to me by Anna Curtis, the Great Great Granddaughter of Judith Folger.

My father was a whaling man, I'm proud to tell to thee
Master of a Nantucket whaling ship, the Lively Sally
As fierce a Quaker whaler man, that ever left this shore
He said to his wife one day, I fear there will be war

It was in 1775 we set out upon the sea,
Sailed up the Hudson river, to a place near Albany
We bad farewell to father's ship, and the fisher's life
To start again on the frontier, away from war and strife

In the forests of the Iroquois, we set out to begin anew
We of the Folger family, and our Brother Samoset to,
For he lost his parents from sickness, several years before
When most of the natives died, on Nantucket's wind swept shore

In the Easton Quaker settlement, we lived two happy years
Till Johnny Burgoyne's army came, and we were filled with fear
For through out the long summer, Burgoyne's Indian allies,
Where sent to raid the settlements, for to raise the armies supplies

It was at Mid week meeting, that the Indians came at last
They burst into our meeting house, a frightening gaze they cast
Upon each seated Quaker, as we worshiped silently
Until the chief met the gaze of Zebulon Hoxie

Both looked into each other's eyes, yet not a word was said
The natives put their weapons down, and each bowed his head
And at the rise of meeting, our native guests we led,
To Zebulon Hoxie's house, there to break bread

And after the meal was taken, the chief rose to say
I came into your house, each one of you to slay
I saw you talking with God, and I listened also
He told me not to kill you, in Friendship now, we'll go

He placed a feather ore our door, a sign that we were friends
And there I leave my story, though this story never ends,
For they saw God in all of us, as we saw God in them
And thee may think on Easton, and live in peace my friends

Peace Friends and friends. Larry