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* ALONG THE SOUTH STAR TRAIL.
Tribal Songs from the South-west

THE TOM-TOM

oRUM-BEAT, beat of drums,
* Pebble-rattle in the gourd,

Pebble feet on drifting sand . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
| | I have lost the wife-made robe of bear-skin . . .
Take the prize—mine the loss.
Have I lost too the courage of the black bear—
His power, his thunder?

Lul-la-by,

Games' queer lullaby . . .

O robe of mine!—

O luck of mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums, Pebble-rattle in the gourd, Coyote feet upon the plain .

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Drum-beat, beat of drums—

Coyotes crushed the tender ham-string and the bone . . .

A bull-calf bawls, dies alone.
Where are the herds of buffalo and the hides,
The meat, the tepees?
Lul-la-by,
Man's dread lullaby . . .

O home of mine!
O life of mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd,
Horse-hoof beat upon the ground . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
By Wounded Knee ye buried them, buried them—
Red men's flesh, their bones . . .
By Wounded Knee we buried them, buried them.
The songs we sung, the dreams . .
Lul-la-by,
The white man's lullaby . . .
O race of mine!
O brothers mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd,
Pulse-beat in the fever . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
Famine drank from the gourd bottle, ate the gourd;
Left the skin, the bone.

The Tom-tom

She walked the pathway from the east, of the departed— Left me forsaken, alone . .

Lul-la-by,

Tirawa's long lullaby . . .

O blood of mine!

O child of mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd.
Still feet in the grave-mound . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
The gourd-rattle handle leads to the sun and life;
Leaves clay, leaves cold.
A purple smoke arises from bowl to float on winds;
Leaves ashes—my ash . . . .
Lul-la-by,
Death's sweet lullaby . . .
O flesh of mine!
O hands of mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd,
Dream-feet in the yellow line . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
One half the feather of Tirawa's bird is white;
The other black—'tis night;
Tirawa's song at night is morning star of dawn
Where dance dreams, in light . . .
Lul-la-by,

The spirit's lullaby . . .
O soul of mine!
O breath of mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd,
Calves' feet in starry plains . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
A sacred herd graze on tips of fair fresh flowers
In garden—Star of Evening's.
A bison drinks mixed all-waters, pure
From Spring; 'tis hers .
Lul-la-by,
All-Life's lullaby . . .
O land of mine!
O plains of mine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums, Pebble-rattle in the gourd, Dance-feet 'round the sun . . . Drum-beat, beat of drums— By the sun see the dancing white men with the red— By Wounded Knee, a post! There they blend their songs together, brother-wise; Here the post, the paint . . . . Lul-la-by, The Nation's lullaby . . . O race of mine! O brothers mine!

The Tom-tom

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd,
Child feet in the hogan . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
A child has taught her little spider pet to weave
Bead-work at my door;
A child has taught these dimming eyes to see
Thread-work, star-lit lodge . . .
Lul-la-by,
Love's own lullaby . . .
O hogan mine!
O hogan thine!

Drum-beat, beat of drums,
Pebble-rattle in the gourd,
Soul-feet in trail of wind . . . .
Drum-beat, beat of drums—
Hear the great sea-feet, beating on the flint-rock!
Drum-beat, beat of drum—
Hear the beat of distant feet on South Star Trail!
Drum-beat, beat of drum—
Ti-ra-wal
Earth's great Ti-ra-wa.
O heart-beat thine!
O drum-beat thine!

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