Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America
Ponteach.

Your King, I hear 's a good and upright Man,

True to his word, and friendly in his Heart;

Not proud and insolent, morose and sour,

Like these his petty Officers and Servants:

I want to see your King, and let him know

What must be done to keep the Hatchet dull,

And how the Path of Friendship, Peace, and Trade

May be kept clean and solid as a Rock.

Sharp.

Sharp.

Our King is distant over the great Lake,

But we can quickly send him your Requests;

To which he'll listen with attentive Ear,

And act as tho' you told him with your Tongue.

Ponteach.

Ponteach.

Let him know then his People here are Rogues,

And cheat and wrong and use the Indians ill.

Tell him to send good Officers, and call


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