Cololoo.—an Indian Tale, Song

And are these all the means ye know I'o give a warrior pain? Oh give your sires a fiercer glow; Remember Colwall slain.

My father gloried in his son. My warriors came from fight, None staid behind; the scalps we won Declar'd our matchless might.

Who has not heard Cololoo's fame? My nation well ye know,— And dreadful is the Tiger's name, And fear'd by every foe.

Pain does not lie so near the skin, More burning pine knots bring! Cololoo's all at peace within— And Logan's fame he'll sing.