Oh, the Indian[*] as he sits in his birch bark canoe And paddles his way o'er the waters so blue; Then he thinks of the time when the land was their own Before those pale faces among us were known. Chorus: Among us were known Among us were known Before those pale faces Among us were known. When the first white man came to our land We used them as Brothers. We gave them our land. We knew they were weary, We gave them repose. But we ne'er dreamed the white man Would e're be our foes. Chorus: Among us were known Among us were known Before those pale faces Among us were known.
[*] Poem was written in early 1900s; no disrespect intended.
Poem passed down from John MacIvor to daughter, Mrs. Jessie Piers,
who presented it to North Cumberland Historical Society in 1967.
Published in: Lore of North Cumberland, by Harry R. Brown
Publication Mo. 9, North Cumberland Historical Society (NCHS)
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