Chieftain had his daughter slain

For falling in love with a devil

Chieftain had his daughter’s lover slain

For the devilish deeds of her lover

Chieftain was no sagacious being

Had no wisdom to his vantage

Beadsmen were all around him

But lacked he respect for a craftsman

His daughter’s lover sang her a serenade

This to Chieftain was a wild bassoon

As he had no taste for a soothing music

Chieftain made his daughter’s lover meet his doom

Throng watched this vile act

Marred was Chieftain’s image

But Chieftain had his redundant pride

And Chieftain had his daughter slain

Words then went around the valley

That the land is better acephalous

The Chieftain has no wisdom to his vantage

The Chieftain is pernicious

They slain him and had him burned

Improvised was a play on Chieftain

Since then is the tale heard and said

There was a Chieftain who had his daughter slain

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