In the Iroquois towns very deep was the grief,
When they heard of the pitiful plight of their chief;
There wasn’t a woman in all the Five Nations,
Who didn’t indulge in prolonged lamentations.
They tried to relieve him, but tried all in vain,
The tenderest touch produced exquisite pain:
The med’cine men tried incantations and sorceries,
And yet, though their magic as strong as a hawser is,
The tooth wouldn’t budge for the best of the lot;
The more they incanted the tighter it got.