We came out of the bushes against
Yellow Hair, their leader and 210 men.
He thought he was going to attack
A camp of women and children
and sleeping braves.
The look on his face was precious,
So many of us that he could not conceive
When we came out from our hiding places.
We circled him quickly and they could not escape.
They grow smaller and smaller
As we continue on through the day.
Do not the other pony soldiers
in the area hear all the gun fire?
Yet they do not respond,
Do they want to get rid of Yellow Hair too?
The whites say that revenge is sweet,
But as for me, there is bitterness in my mouth.
It makes me want to vomit,
So much death for nothing.
We could have taught them so much about
How to live in harmony with Mother Earth,
But instead they have us die all the day long.
Instead of living in peace with Mother Earth,
They rape the land, destroying so much.
Eventually Mother Earth will spew them
Out one day and with her own revenge
and revive herself without them.
As we continue on they are now gone,
All of them, to each last man.
For Yellow Hair and his men,
The one white men call Custer,
This was his last stand,
And as for us?
I know that it is
Our last great Hurray.