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    Surrounding our village, our walls they broke down.
    Oh, sad was the plight of our men and our town!
    But Heaven determined our land to set free
    And sent us the help of the Terrible Three.
    One was a Black--he was dark as the night;
    One was a Red-skin, a mountain of height;
    But the chief was a White Man, round like a bee;
    And all in a row stood the Terrible Three.

    Shoulder to shoulder, they hammered and hit.
    Like demons of fury they kicked and they bit.
    Like a wall of destruction they stood in a row,
    Flattening enemies, six at a blow.

    Oh, strong was the Red-skin fierce was the Black.
    Bag-jagderags trembled and tried to turn back.
    But 'twas of the White Man they shouted, "Beware!
    He throws men in handfuls, straight up in the air!"

    Long shall they frighten bad children at night
    With tales of the Red and the Black and the White.
    And long shall we sing of the Terrible Three
    And the fight that they fought by the edge of the sea.