The Lament of the Micmac

      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)
For more information on publications of NCHS, contact NCHS

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