Choctaw Nation

Choctaw nation I am in your debt Choctaw nation I just want to thank you Choctaw nation I got so upset When I learned of your wisdom and your virtue I am sorry for that evil man, I feel shame That he came from my country I am sorry for that Sheridan And the other tools used in colonies You were halved on the trail of tears In the wintertime of the year Had to leave Nanih Waiya For the cold Oklahoma Well you lay down upon the road Tired and hungry and freezing cold Thousands died on the rough terrain Food and blankets they never came You sent money you could not afford You were touched by Irish people's suffering And your brave example struck a chord Now the Irish are so good at giving Choctaw nation, thank you