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 Hear! Hear their many, many callings!
 Hah-yée! Hah-yó-ho-o-o-o! Hah-yó-ho-o-o-o!

Ugh!
Ugh!

Motive III

To be read with
great vigor, and
with the lilt and
the steady beat
of dance
rhythm.
Háh-yaaaaaaah! Háh-yaaaaaaah!
Háh-yaaaaaaah! Háh-yaaaaaaah!
God of the Thunders, Thunder-God
Hear thou our medicine rattles!
Hear! Hear our sounding drums!
Hi-yee! Behind the clouds on the far horizon,
Beat, beat, beat on thy crashing war drums!
Hí! Hi! Hí! To the war-dance beat,
Shake the earth with thy stamping feet!
Over the fires of the blazing sky
Fling thy blankets of thick wet mist!
Roll from the hills the wet gray fog!
Blow from the hills the cool wet winds!

Hi! Come! Come! Come, thou God of the Thunder!
Come on thy whirling winds from the West!
Come with a rush of thy wings of silver!
Crush our foe with thy tramping feet!
Hí! Hi! Hí! With thy flame-plumed war club,
Crack the skies in wrath asunder;
And pour from thy hand through thy silver fingers
Cool sweet-waters on the panting earth!