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Brantford as thriving city’s famed,

And after Indian Chief is named,

And here the sparkling Grand River

It doth flow a joy forever.

Campbell he sang a dismal tale

Of horrors of Wyoming’s vale,

The tale one’s mind doth ever haunt,

The cruelties of monster Brant.

But the Chief’s son to England went

And Campbell to him did lament,

And all the tale he did recant

About cruel butcheries of Brant.

Now pleasant thoughts it doth awake

When Brantford thinks of her namesake,

She evermore with pride will chant

The bold heroic name of Brant.

We sing of two great Indian names,

Tecumseh on the banks of Thames,

And the Grand River it doth vaunt

O’er the historic name of Brant.

The city’s pride it doth find vent

In building him a monument,

And Indians will proudly stalk

Past memorial of great Mohawk.