Run to the Hills
White man came across the seaBrought us pain and miseryKilled our tribes killed our creedTook our game for his own needWe fought him hard we fought him wellOut on the plains we gave him hellBut many came too much for CreeOh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastesGalloping hard on the plainsChasing the redskins back to their holesFighting them at their own gameMurder for freedom the stab in the backWomen and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your livesRun to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastesHunting and killing their gameRaping the women and wasting the menThe only good Indians are tameSelling them whiskey and taking their goldEnslaving the young and destroying the oldRun to the hills run for your lives