O I'm an Indian dancing man; I dance as only Indians can. I dance the wild and wicked war dance; I dance the fierce and furious fire dance; I dance the sly and subtle snake dance; I dance the ghastly, gruesome scalp dance. But when the marching warriors come A-marching home to beating drum, I dance the glad and grateful peace dance; I dance the rich and ripened corn dance; I dance the pure and precious rain dance; I dance the solemn, sacred Sun Dance. Who would not be a dancing man, And dance as only Indians can! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: BRIDAL SONG AND DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON PRINCE ARTHUR: THE CRYSTAL PALACES by RICHARD BLACKMORE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 14 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |