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white man came across the sea |
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he brought us pain and misery |
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he killed our tribes, he killed our creed |
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he took our game for his own need |
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we fought him hard we fought him well |
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out on the plains we gave him hell |
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but many came too much for cree |
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oh will we ever be set free? |
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riding through dustclouds and barren wastes |
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galloping hard on the plains |
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chasing the redskins back to their holes |
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fighting them at their own game |
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murder for freedom a stab in the back |
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women and children and cowards attack |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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soldier blue on the barren wastes |
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hunting and killing their game |
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raping the women and wasting the men |
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the only good indians are tame |
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selling them whisky and taking their gold |
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enslaving the young and destroying the old |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
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run to the hills run for your lives |
