A hurtling volley made to tell,
And then, with one wild, savage yell,
Resistless on their ranks we fell.
The Mohawks see their allies die;
Dismayed, they raise the warning cry
Of “Oonah!” then they break and fly.
A panic seized the startled foe;
They show no front, they strike no blow,
As through the forest in rout they go.
We could not follow—weak and worn