And since the polished white man came, And since the polished white man came, He's loved and honored me the same; He's loved and honored me the same; Though all the neighboring trees around Though all the neighboring trees around Were slain, as cumberers of the ground, Were slain, as cumberers of the ground, Yet here I tower in grandeur still,— Yet here I tower in grandeur still,— The pride and glory of the hill. The pride and glory of the hill. My dauntless spirits never quail My dauntless spirits never quail
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