| Lyrics 1 | Lyrics 2 | Number of words |
| White man came, | |
| He brought us pain, | |
| He killed out tribes, | |
| He took our game, | |
| We fought him hard, | |
| Out on the plains, | |
| But many came, | |
| Oh will we ever | |
| Riding through dustclouds | |
| Galloping hard | |
| Chasing the redskins | |
| Fighting them at | |
| Murder for freedom | |
| | Lyrics 1 | Lyrics 2 | Number of words |
| Woman and children, | |
| Run to the hills, | |
| Run to the hills, | |
| Soldier blue | |
| Hunting and killing's | |
| Raping the women and | |
| 'The only good injin's | |
| Selling them whiskey | |
| Enslaving the young and | |
| Run to the hills, | |
| Run to the hills, | |
| Run to the hills, | |
| Run to the hills, | |
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