SON OF THE HILL AND PLAIN, THE

Walter H. Lewis
Bert Leston Taylor
M. Witmark & Sons
From the musical comedy “The Explorers,” opened June 30, 1901, at the Dearborn Theater, Chicago. This song is sung by “Handem Afu [Afew] and the Tribesmen” of Madagascar.

A mighty chief of war am I With large and sinewy hands.
The muscles of my heaving chest Stand out like iron bands.
I fear no foe I’d have you know Defiance wide I fling,
And rock shall fly as soon as I And all that sort of thing.

I’m son of the hill and plain,
(Chorus: We’re sons of the hill and plain)
I’m kin to the wind and rain,
(Chorus: We’re kin to the wind and rain.)
My home is where’er I lie.
(Chorus: Ha! Ha!)
My roof is the star-gemmed sky.
(Chorus: Ha! Ha!)
No monarch so free as I
(Chorus: Ha! Ha!)
The son of the hill and plain.

Chorus:
We’re sons of the hill and plain,
We’re sons of the hill and plain.
We’re kin to the wind and rain,
We’re kin to the wind and rain.
Our home is where’er we lie, Ha! Ha!
My roof is the star-gemmed sky, Ha! Ha!
No monarch so free as we
The sons of the hill and plain.

A mightier chief of war than I Lives not beneath the sun.
Tho’ poets may not tell in song The daring deeds I’ve done.
But what care I for poetry, I crave no inky fame.
Enough to know where’er I go Men tremble at my name.

SON OF THE HILL AND PLAIN, THE