Today I buried ny son No father should bury his son Especially, when he is the last of his tribe Today my heart is bleeding! 1757 the story began Alice and Cora and a british young man Ambushed they fall into enemy's hands Magua the Snake is taking his chance Hawkeye and the indians right on his track Hunting jim down in the attack Magua flees, becoming a ghost So Fort William-Henry a shelter supposed His soul's flying on th wind The valleys to roam Free on the hunting grounds Manitou gave him a home He became the last of the mohicans When his son died in his arms He became the last of his zodiac of his tribe When he buried his son in his heart All soldiers dead, the two girls are gone Unkas to follow to Delaware's home The sign of the Tortoise is saving his life Magua flees to make Cora his wife Follow the Huron, to bring him to death Grinding his tribe, taking its breath Magua is running and two of his men He drags along Cora right by the hand Right through the cave, abductors are trapped The death of the cliff is holding them back Cora is murdered so Unkas attacks By Magua's knife he's stabbed in the back 1757 the story began Unkas had died right at the end The Mohicans fade, the end of the tribe Chingachgook robbed of his pride