‘The daring deed was bravely done,’
The joyful chief replied;
‘For this, henceforth thou art my son,
‘And Metoka thy bride.
‘Three days a merry festival
‘Thy triumph shall proclaim,
‘And every grove through all our tribes
‘Shall ring aloud thy name;
‘And when these joyous days are past,
‘Fair Metoka shall go,
‘In all our choicest gifts array’d,
‘To bless Nemattanow.’