Bluecoat soldiers pale with wonder
Listen to the cannons thunder
Steal through woods as dark as night
Black boys, white boys, both in fright
Arm in arm, search their way
To Indian villages lit by day
Softly tread into the river
Black boys, white boys, soon deliver
Death where red boys gather wood
Death where red boy’s mothers stood
Crippling, killing, souls run through
Red boys, black boys, white boys, too
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