We first came to this glorious land
A free and happy little band;
Tradition says we crossed the strait
That joins two oceans large and great.

This link is called the Behring Strait
By Anglo-Saxon, wise and great.
Modern history truly shows
By temperature we almost froze.

Upon this land we lived and homed,
And o'er the hills and plains we roamed.
Infidels were never known
In our little band we loved and owned.

You bowed the knee, -- and so did we, --
And worshiped God, the triune three;
You said God, and we came so near it,
Instead of God we said Great Spirit.

We loved our wives and firesides, too,
And worshiped God as well as you.
Our tribe it never run saloons
Called whisky shops and gambling rooms.

Fire-water maddens nerve and brain,
And causes bitter woe and pain.
We Red Men cannot understand
Why you brought it to our land.

God sheltered us with leaf and tree,
We were so happy and so free
Before the white man crossed the sea
And stole our lands and liberty.

They preached us Christ, Him crucified,
And then their doctrine they denied,
By robbing, stealing, far and wide,
Parting families, groom and bride.

You gave us fire-water bad,
And set our warriors raving mad.
We found that you were not so true
As what we first did think of you.

We know that you did play a lie;
We thought to fight till we would die;
Your favor then we chose to gain
By selling you the King of Pain.

It cures your aches, it cures your pains,
And everywhere an honor gains.
The way it cures it does beat all--
It's made and sold by J. LIGHTHALL.