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WAR SONG: 1 by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "HEAR MY VOICE, BIRDS OF WAR!"
Last Line: BEAR YOUR ANGERS TO THE PLACE OF FIGHTING
Subject(s): FIGHTS;NATIVE AMERICANS;NATIVE AMERICANS - WARS;OJIBWA INDIANS;SURVIVAL; INDIANS OF AMERICA;AMERICAN INDIANS;INDIANS OF SOUTH AMERICA;
HEAR my voice, Birds of War!
I prepare a feast for you to feed on;
I see you cross the enemy's lines;
Like you I shall go.
I wish the swiftness of your wings;
I wish the vengeance of your claws;
I muster my friends;
I follow your flight.
Ho, you young men warrior.
Bear your angers to the place of fighting!



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