The Indians

Lyrics
Alas! for them their day is o'er No more, no more for them the wild deer bounds The plough is on their hunting grounds; The pale man's axe rings through their woods The pale man's sail skims o'er their floods; Beyond the mountains of the west Their children go to die
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Credits
- Writers
- Charles Ives
- Charles James Sprague