They were coming across the prairie, they were
  galloping hard and fast;
For the eyes of those desperate riders had sighted
  their man at last—
Sighted him off to Eastward, where the Cree
  encampment lay,
Where the cotton woods fringed the river, miles and
  miles away.
Mistake him? Never! Mistake him? the famous
  Eagle Chief!
That terror to all the settlers, that desperate Cattle
  Thief—
That monstrous, fearless Indian, who lorded it over
  the plain,
Who thieved and raided, and scouted, who rode like
  a hurricane!
But they've tracked him across the prairie; they've
  followed him hard and fast;
For those desperate English settlers have sighted
  their man at last.

Up they wheeled to the tepees, all their British
  blood aflame,
Bent on bullets and bloodshed, bent on bringing
  down their game;