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