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88 :Through death will the morrow all endlessly glow—
 * Tamala! tamala!
 * Ever and ever;

The morrows will come and the morrows will go,
 * Tamala! Tamala!

''Copet, six! Copet, six! Wake mameluse nica! Nica potlatch hiya chickamen, hiya cuitan, spose mica wake mameluse nica! Hiyu siwash sulix!''

Stop, friends! Stop, friends! Don't kill me! I will give you a lot of money and many horses if you will not kill me! Many Indians will be angry!