white man came across the sea he brought us pain and misery they killed our tribes they killed our creed he 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 a stab in the back and cowards attack run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives soldier blue in the barren wastes hunting and killing s a game raping the women and wasting the men the only good injuns are tame selling them whiskey and taking their gold enslaving the young and destroying the old 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 a stab in the back and cowards attack run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives run to the hills run for your lives