The Brutal Tom Lyons

M Marilyn Lott Marilyn Lott
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I’d like to tell you a story of a man Filled with rage was why he killed He was an Indian named Tom Lions Inside of him was revenge unfulfilled It’s the story of Jacob Hochstetler’s family In the seventeen hundreds, it was Their house was burned to the ground The Indians had no reason and no cause It was many generations ago now In the Pennsylvania Amish community The brutal, horrible massacre took place Of my ancestor grandmother, you see She and two of her children were murdered Her husband and son were dragged along By Tom Lyons and his companions For his hated for white folks was so strong Tom Lyons continued to raid and kill That was the way he spent his days With his mean spirit and evil disposition He threatened whites in so many ways Eventually Jacob and his son escaped Can you imagine their future from there? For their lives were ruined forever By a man who just plain didn’t care At eighty years of age it was said Tom disappeared without a trace Many stories surfaced but His brutality cannot be erased!

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