The Indian's Lament (Collected by Kenneth Peacock)
See also: The Indian's Lament (Tommy Nemec)
And also: Birch Bark Canoe (The Moonshiners)


THE INDIAN'S LAMENT

An Indian he sat in his birch-bark canoe,
And paddled away o'er the water so blue;
He sang of the days when the land was their own,
And before the palefaces among them were known.

The time when the red-men were lords of the soil,
We lived at our ease free from sorrow and toil;
We hunted the beaver, the otter, and deer,
And roamed through the wild-wood with nothing to fear.

When the white-men first came to our own native land,
We used them like brothers, we gave them our land;
We knew they were weary, we gave them repose,
Not dreaming those white-men would e'er be our foes.

For a while we lived happy with our white friends around,
We gave them the best of our own hunting ground;
They paid us with trinkets which pleased for a while,
And caused us like children upon them to smile.

But soon they began to encroach on our rights,
Their numbers increased and they put us to flight;
They drove us away from our own native shore,
And the smoke of our campfire shall rise there no more.

They builded great cities all over our land,
And on our rich meadows their farmhouses stand;
They cleared all the country from Texas to Maine,
And the Indian may seek for his wigwam in vain.

The graves of our forefathers where are they at now?
They are rudely gone over and torn by the plow;
They have ruined our country and tore up our home,
And the Indian and buffalo will never more roam.

We'll go to the westward and find there a home,
Where hunting is good and white-men are unknown;
And when the Great Spirit calls us from the plain,
In our own spirit-world we will all meet again.

from

http://www.wtv-zone.com/phyrst/audio/nfld/15/indians.htm

GEST has some neat history after the song on the page that links to.