Oral Tradition Ltd.

While it's difficult to trace who wrote what at this late date, I believe I've heard her work chanted by Clyde Bellecourt, Eddie Benton-Banai, Russell Means and their associates at various outdoor rallies.

Fun fact--Clyde Bellecourt did hard time at the infamous Red Wing reformatory.

I've heard Clyde Bellecourt sing, but I do not find him singing on youtube.

But have no fear, here's Raven Hart-Bellecourt (daughter of Vernon Bellecourt) on youtube:

Here are a few verses from a much longer song:

Forward flowed the river of ice,
Faster than a war canoe,
But the girl would not leave her village,
Even as the ice was crushing it.

"I am to blame" cried the girl,
"It comes to punish me!"
And so she perished there
in the path of the river of ice.

The way I heard that, the girl sacrificed herself to the glacier, and refused to leave, even when her family begged her to flee with the other villagers.

But there is another version on the web, attributed to a researcher named George A. Hall.

This is the way he tells it:

"The Glacier Bay story of the Tcukanadi clan recalls a time when the basin held a glacier and freshwater lake at one end, from which a large river flowed to the sea. Geologists have found evidence of such a lake in what is now the East Arm of Glacier Bay, while ecologists have discerned from relic tree stumps the prior existence of a lowland spruce and hemlock forest. The clan legend tells of an ancestral village in this valley where the Tcukanadi, together with three other clans, enjoyed an abundance of all kinds of salmon. Their occupation of this place came to a swift end when a teenage girl of the village, weary of her confinement during menstruation, whistled through some charmed fish bones to beckon the glacier's spirit. Once set in motion, the glacier was unstoppable. The people held a council and decided they must abandon their village while the girl, Kaasteen, would remain as a sacrifice. According to Amy Marvin's rendering of the story, they waited till the end to depart, sitting in their canoes while water flooded the village and the house containing Kaasteen "slid downward...to the bottom of the sea before their eyes." At that moment the clan chief sang a song with the refrain "pity my house" and "pity my land." The four clans separated, and while three established villages at points along Icy Strait, the fourth clan, the Tcukanadi, went to the present site of Hoonah. The Glacier Bay story, handed down from generation to generation by oral tradition, makes no pretense of dating these events. It seems that the Tcukanadi possess a cultural memory of a distant time before the Little Ice Age, several centuries ago."

George A. Hall, "The Stories of Glacier Bay Collected at Hoonah, Alaska," unpublished file report at SITK, July 1960, n.p.; Nora Marks Dauenhauer and Richard Dauenhauer, eds., Haa Shuka, Our Ancestors: Tlingit Oral Narratives (Seattle, 1987), pp.245-261 and 261-293; quotation on p.285.

And yet another variant, from a course taught by the Alaska Native Knowledge Network (ANKN). In this one, the grandmother sacrifices herself so that the girl can live:

"The text of this unit is a Tlingit legend, "Glacier Bay History," told by Susie James, transcribed and translated by Nora Dauenhauer and available from the Sealaska Heritage Foundation in Juneau. A summary, written by Richard Dauenhauer, follows:

In this story the granddaughter, Kaasteen, violates a tabu of her people by calling to the Glacier which results in the destruction of the village and the local ecosystem. Someone then has to pay the price of violating respect for these natural and spiritual forces. In this version the grandmother, Shaawat Seek', stays behind in place of the young granddaughter, Kaasteen. The woman in the ice is the older woman and the emphasis is placed on the sacrifice of the grandmother, on the Tlingit tradition of "standing in," and accepting the responsibility not only for one 'sown actions, but the actions of others."

And there's more; ain't the internet grand?

Du een yoo x' adudli.atk.
"Tleik' !
Tleik' !
Tlel yaax yei kkwagoot.
Tlel yaax yei kkwagoot.
Cg'a waa yeikuwaat' dei saya ..."
.
.
.

"Pity your mother, take pity on your father."
They begged her.
"No! No! I won't go aboard.
I won't go aboard.
What I said will stain my face forever."
She didn't deny it.
"What I said will stain my face forever;
This is why I won't go aboard;
It won't happen."
That is why they gave up on her.
That is why they said "Let's go!
But let's take thing to her.
We can't just leave her this way.
But, yes, let's go!"
They began going to her
with things that would keep,
Her paternal aunts, all of them,
With all of us going to her
With things for her food.
"For Kaasteen to eat!
For Kaasteen to eat!"
in this way they brought
Whatever might keep her warm,
The skins of whatever was killed and dried.
"For Kaatseen!" In this way,
They turned and left her.