White man came across the sea  He brought us pain and misery  He killed our tribes, he killed our creed  He took our game for his own need    We fought him hard, we fought him well  Out on the plains, we gave him hell  But many came too much for Cree  Oh, will we ever be set free?    Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes  Galloping hard on the plains  Chasing the redskins back to their holes  Fighting them at their own game  Murder for freedom, a stab in the back  Women and children a coward's attack    Run to the hills  Run for your lives  Run to the hills   Run for your lives    Soldier blue in the barren wastes  Hunting and killing's a game  Raping the women and wasting the men  The only good Indians are tame  Selling them whisky and taking their gold  Enslaving the young and destroying the old    Run to the hills  Run for your lives