The white man came to our land
He would not leave us alone
We prayed but he demanded
But he terrorised our home
Our buffalo he slaughtered
Our trees he brought to ground
No singing filled these meadows
Just the gun fires deafening sound
And the white man he grew stronger
With his guns he won, says he!
He put our land in shackles
This land no longer free
So our blood enriched these soils
And our spirits filled the air
The White man says he killed us
Yet we are forever there
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