"Run to the hills"
The white man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes he killed our creed
He took our game for hes own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many come too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free
Riding through dustclouds and barrens wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at there own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Woman and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lifes
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing the game
Raping the woman 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 lifes