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Governor Ratcliffe and English Settlers vs. Powhatan and Native Americans – Savages

Ratcliffe: What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse.
Their skin's a hellish red,
They're only good when dead.
They're vermin, as I said,
And worse!

Settlers: They're savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe: Barely even human!
Settlers: Savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe: Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil,
We must sound the drums of war!
Ratcliffe and Settlers: They're savages! Savages!
Dirty redskin devils!
Now we sound the drums of war!

Powhatan: This is what we feared,
The paleface is a demon.
The only thing they feel at all is greed.
Kekata: Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside.
Native Am.: I wonder if they even bleed!

They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human!
Savages! Savages!
Powhatan: Killers at the core…
Kekata: They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted.
Powhatan: We must sound the drums of war!
Native Am.: They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one,
Then we sound the drums of war!

Settlers: Savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe: Let's go kill a few, men!
Native Am.: Savages! Savages!
Powhatan: Now it's up to you, men!
Settlers and Native Am.: Savages! Savages!
Barely even human!
Now we sound the drums of war!

[Nature’s solo]

Ratcliffe: This will be the day. (Let's go men!)
Powhatan: This will be the morning. (Bring out the prisoner!)
Settlers and Native Am.: We will see them dying in the dust.

Pocahontas: I don't know what I can do.
Still I know I've got to try. [Settlers: Now we make them pay.]
Eagle help my feet to fly, [Native Am.: Now, without a warning…
Mountain, help my heart be great, [Settlers and Native Am.: Now we leave ‘em blood and bone and rust.]
Spirits of the Earth and Sky, [It's them or us]
Please don't let it be too late. [They're just a bunch of filthy, stinking...]

Native Am.: Savages!
Settlers: Savages!
Native Am.: Demons!
Settlers: Devils!
Ratcliffe: Kill them!
Native Am.: Savages!
Settlers: Savages!
Ratcliffe and Settlers: What are we waiting for?

Native Am. and Settlers:
Destroy their evil race
Until there's not a trace left. (Pocahontas: How loud are the drums of the war?)
Well will sound the drums of war!
Now we sound he drums of war!

(together):
Settlers: Now we see what comes of trying to be chums.
Of course it means the drums of war!
Native Am.: Now we sound the drums of war!
Pocahontas: Is the death of all I love carried in the drum of war?

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