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202 From the tree-tops sang the blue-bird,

Sang the blue-bird, the Owaissa,

"Chibiabos! Chibiabos!

He is dead, the sweet musician!"

From the wigwam sang the robin,

Sang the Opechee, the robin,

"Chibiabos! Chibiabos!

He is dead, the sweetest singer!"

And at night through all the forest

Went the whippoorwill complaining,

Wailing went the Wawonaissa,

"Chibiabos! Chibiabos!

He is dead, the sweet musician!

He the sweetest of all singers!"

Then the medicine-men, the Medas,

The magicians, the Wabenos,

And the Jossakeeds, the prophets,

Came to visit Hiawatha;

Built a Sacred Lodge beside him,

To appease him, to console him,