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The white man came across the sea,
He brought us pain and misery.
He killed our tribe, he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need.
We fought him hard, we faught him well.
Out on the plains, we gave him hell.
But many came to much for Cree,
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing him back to the hole,
Fighting him at his own game.
Murder for freedom, stab in the back.
Attack!
He brought us pain and misery.
He killed our tribe, he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need.
We fought him hard, we faught him well.
Out on the plains, we gave him hell.
But many came to much for Cree,
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing him back to the hole,
Fighting him at his own game.
Murder for freedom, stab in the back.
Attack!
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