Classic Poem

In an early day folks crossed the sea
To explore the Indian's land;
The Redskins was very kind to them
They worshipped the pale face man.

A foreign country sent in ships
That landed day by day;
They meant to drive the Indians back
And steal his home away.

“You are welcome!” sang the Indian,
“Come Pale Face, gather nigh!
You seem to us like angels
Just dropped down from the sky.

“For you we'll do the war dance,
We are fond of dog and gun;
We haven't any time piece
We are governed by the sun.

“Come gather round our camp fire,
The peace pipe we extend;
You may share our green, Great Meadow
Be our brother and our friend.”

The white men went to building camps,
They meant to till the ground;
Little did the Indian think
They would spoil his Hunting Ground.

The Indian man was cunning like;
He used the bow and arrow;
He had to use the old time flint
To light himself a fire.

The Indian loved his happy land,
It was all the home he knew;
All he done was trap and hunt,
There was nothing else to do.

The Indian soon could fine no game,
It was driven far away;
He decided then to move his camp
To a distance he did stray.

The white man done the Indian wrong.
He stole away his rights.
Indian blood was now aroused
They fought from dark to dawn.

The white man had the means to fight,
He had the food and guns;
The Indian used the bow and arrow
Rifles they had none.