"O white man! pity those grey hairs
Which grace my father's head;
He'll fight no more, let him die here;
Ah! soon he must be dead!
"O grant my prayer, and gratefully
I'll yield myself to thee;
I'll go with thee where thou dost go,
E'en o'er the fearful sea.
"I'll be thy slave, and toil alway,
And never long to come
Unto this lovely land again:
This land which is my home.
"But willingly I'll give up all!
And leave my father's side,
And leave my tribe, and leave my land,
And all thy will abide.
"Let him but live to hunt the deer
On Mancazana's hills;
Let him but live to quench his thirst
In Mancazana's rills."
Amazed, the father heard such speech:
"My daughter, speak not so;
What! dost thou think thy father then
Would ever let thee go,
"And suffer slavery and shame,
That he might dwell in peace?
Thou'rt mad, my child; come, come, we'll go—
This idle praying cease."
