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Song of the Conqueror of Women :I am the Conqueror of Women! My body is swiftly strong as the storm in spring, And beautifully large as the pale gold sand beneath the moon. I am long-limbed and thewed like the cliff, And curved in mighty curves like the shore about the sea. My voice in love-making is as birds warring. It is as sea-gulls shrieking, in the ears of women; In anger—ai-k! how terrible in anger is my voice! It splits the hearts of women, like Yethel pecking clam-shells. Ai! They follow, follow my bright moccasins Through the crooked trails of the woods. They break my hunting scent: they scare my fishes— Ak! ak! ak! love-seekers! husband-snatchers! Foolish, foolish and unwise, you dance after a ghost! I am Many-Faces, the Dandy; I wed none. I wed none, I miss none. I lose none. I am the Conqueror of Women!

Here's good wind, here's sweet wind, Here's good wind and my woman calls me! Straight she stands there by the pine-tree, Faithful waits she by the cedar, She will smile and reach her hands When she sees my thousand salmon! Here's good wind and my woman calls me.