From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.

Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers.

The white people have no right to take the land from the Indians, because the Indians had it first.

Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white man, as snow before the summer sun.

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.