...The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words literally translated, were these : " The winds roar'd, and the rains fell ; The poor white man, faint and...mother to bring him milk , No wife to grind his corn. CHORDS. " Let us pity the white man ; No mother has he to bring him milk. No wife to grind his corn."...

...rain's fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat undercut tree He has no mother to hring him milk, no wife to grind his corn. Chorus. Let us pity the white man; no mother has he to hring him. milk, no wife to grind his corn." — Park, vol. 1, p. 193. An English lady, — the...

...roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. lie hns no mother to bring him milk, no wife to grind his corn." Chorus, " Let us pif the white man, no mother has he," &c. Our traveller wns much affected, and next morning could not...

...as follows. "The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and eat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk, no wife to grind him corn. Let us pity the white man ; no mother has he to bring him milk ; no wife to grind him corn."...

...translation. " The winds roared and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat underour tree. He has no mother to bring him milk, no wife to grind bis corn. Chorus. Let из pity the white man; no mother has he to bring him milk, no wife to grind...

...furnished us : ' The winds bowled and ihe rain fell : The poor white man, weary with faligue, Sits under our tree: He has no mother to bring him milk, No woman to grind his corn. CHORDS. ' Pity the poor white man, He has no mother to bring him milk, No...

...: for 1 was myself the subject of it. It was sung by one of the young women, the rest joining in 7 a sort of chorus. The air was sweet and plaintive,...Chorus. Let us pity the white man : no mother has he to bring him milk : no wife to grind his corn."* ^. * TThese simple anil pathetic sentiments, have...

...songs, one of which was composed extempore, for I was myselfthc subject of it. It was sung by one of the women, the rest joining in a sort of chorus. The air...mother to bring him milk ; no wife to grind his corn. Cltorns. Let us pity the white man ; no mother has he, &c. &c." Trifling as this recital may appear...

...songs, one of which they made on the subject of my visit. The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words were these : — The winds roared, and the rains fell....mother to bring him milk — no wife to grind his corn. Let us pity the poor white man that came and sat under our tree." The singing of this little song greatly...

...reference to his own situation. The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words were literally as follows. " The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white...has no mother to bring him milk, no wife to grind him corn. Let us pity the white man ; no mother has he to bring him milk, no wife to grind him corn."...