The Boat, Drunk (in progress)

As I traveled down impassible Rivers,

I no longer felt the pull of the guides:

Loud Redskins had emptied their quivers,

And nailed to dyed posts their bare hides.

As I went down impassible Rivers,
I no more felt the pull of the guides:
Howling Braves had emptied their quivers,
And then nailed to bright posts their bare hides.