[Harris]
White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
Took our game
for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for
Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the
redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards
attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren
wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky
and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
