From the Book - First edition.
What must been done with us poor Indians?
The red and white Republic of Fredonia
Texas must be a slave country
The most avid nation in the world
Suspended over the altar of sacrifice
You have torn the constitution to pieces
The blood of our ancestors flows warm in our veins
Solely, purely, simply American
More Commanders-in-Chief than one
He is unfortunately a man of colour
I have never told you a lie
Wild cannibals of the woods
As far west as it is possible for Americans to go
A foreigner in my native land
Striding with giant steps toward dissolution
We are not ashamed to confess that we want repose
A decent place in which a white man could live.
