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They come Be firm in silence rally	B
The long knives our retreat have found	C
Hark their tramp is in the valley	B
And they hem the forest round	C
The burdened boughs with pale scouts quiver	D
The echoing hills tumultuous ring	E
While across the eddying river	D
Their barks like foaming war steeds spring	E
The blood hounds darken land and water	D
They come like buffaloes for slaughter	D
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See their glittering ranks advancing	E
See upon the free winds dancing	E
Pennon proud and gaudy plume	F
The strangers come in evil hour	D
In pomp and panoply and power	D
But while upon our tribes they lower	D
Think they our manly hearts will cower	D
To meet a warrior's doom	F
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Right they forget while strength they feel	G
Our veins they drain our land they steal	G
And should the vanquished Indian kneel	G
They spurn him from their sight	H
Be set for ever in disgrace	I
The glory of the red man's race	I
If from the foe we turn our face	I
Or safety seek in flight	H
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They come Up and upon them braves	J
Fight for your alters and your graves	J
Drive back the stern invading slaves	J
In fight till now victorious	K
Like lightning from storm clouds on high	L
The hurtling death winged arrows fly	L
And wind rows of pale warriors die	L
Oh never was the sun's bright eye	L
Looked from his hill tops in the sky	L
Upon a field so glorious	K
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They're gone again the red men rally	B
With dance and song the woods resound	C
The hatchet's buried in the valley	B
No foe profanes our hunting ground	C
The green leaves on the blithe boughs quiver	D
The verdant hills with song birds ring	E
While our bark canoes the river	D
Skim like swallows on the wing	E
Mirth pervades the land and water	D
Free from famine sword and slaughter	D
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Let us by this gentle river	D
Blunt the axe and break the quiver	D
While as leaves upon the spray	M
Peaceful flow our cares away	M
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Yet alas the hour is brief	N
Left for either joy or grief	N
All on earth that we inherit	O
From the hands of the Great Spirit	O
Wigwam hill plain lake and field	P
To the white man must we yield	P
For like sun down on the waves	J
We are sinking to our graves	J
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From this wilderness of wo	Q
Like the caravan we go	Q
Leaving all our groves and streams	R
For the far off land of dreams	R
There are prairies waving high	L
Boundless as the sheeted sky	L
Where our fathers' spirits roam	S
And the red man has a home	S
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Let tradition tell our story	B
As we fade in cloudless glory	B
As we seek the land of rest	T
Beyond the borders of the west	T
No eye but ours may look upon	U
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN	V
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George Pope Morris

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