[Flourishing their hatchets, and striking them upon a block.]
Thus will we hew and carve their mangled Bodies,
And give them to the Beasts and Birds for Food.
Ponteach.
And thus our Names and Honours will maintain
While Sun and Moon, Rivers and Trees remain;
Our unborn Children shall rejoice to hear
How we their Fathers made the English fear.
The War Song.
To the tune of "Over the Hills and far away," sung by Tenesco, the head warrior. They all join in the Chorus, and dance, while that is singing, in a circle round him; and during the Chorus the music plays.
Where-e'r the Sun displays his Light,
Or Moon is seen to shine by Night,
Where-e'r the noisy Rivers flow
Or Trees and Grass and Herbage grow.—Chorus.
Be 't known that we this War begin
With proud insulting Englishmen;
The Hatchet we have lifted high,
[Holding up their hatchets.
The Edge is keen, the Blade is bright,
Nothing saves them but their Flight;
And then like Heroes we'll pursue,
Over the Hills and Valleys through.—Chorus.