the sun had gone downoâer the hills in the westits last beam had fadedoâer the mountain crestamandy was there.. friendless and forlornwith her face bathed in blood and her garments all tornoh, amandyoh, amandythe campfires were kindledeach warrior was there and amandy was boundher white bosom bareit was vengeance that she counted in the eyes of her foeand sighed for the timewhen her suffering might closeoh, amandy… oh, amandyoh, amandy yeah⦠yeah…oh, amandy…young alban their leadersuddenly appearedwith an eye like an eagleand a step like a deerhe said, « brothers, if your victim be burned by a treeyoung alban the leaderyour victim shall beâoh, amandyoh, amandythe next morning was a vision of red, white and bluegliding oâer the watersin a light, bark canoelike a wild dove sails over the tideyoung alban and amandy together did rideyoung alban and amandy together did rideoh, ride onoh, amandyoh, amandyyeah…oh, amandy