The Idle Race - Big Chief Woolly Bosher lyrics

In the land they call the west On the prairie's virgin crest Lived a great man and his braves And he led them to their graves Big chief plays with baby son The work of the Indian today is done Life is easy, life is grand 'til there is white man, gun in hand Started out when settlers came And built their homes on the Indian range Big chief Woolly Bosher liked it none Traded with a bad man for a gun Big chief looks out at his great land Locomotive on the prairie stands Life that leak from the city in the east Let us destroy that iron beast Big chief rides on the trail tonight Tread the land for which he must fight In their fight for love and glory Some Indians were saved They lived to tell the story And Woolly Bosher prays Big chief rides on the trail tonight Soldier boys marching in the morning light Bring the guns, bring the bows Let's blow them into heaven let's see a cut nose One hundred men must have to die When a thousand soldiers look you in the eye Big chief sees his men fall round The soldiers k** and the bugle sounds In their fight for love and glory No Indians were saved And big chief Woolly Bosher Had written on his grave He has done no wrong Except being born