Songs of the Tewa, by Herbert Joseph Spinden, [1933], at sacred-texts.com
The summer cacique speaks:
Here and now my arm,
Painted Sand-burrs Bringing,
Of the Sun People, chosen
Old-woman, old-man to be:
Accept this governor's staff,
Agree now to help it
Protect it, obey it, love it.
The new governor replies:
Here and now, my fathers,
Summer priest, Winter priest,
I hear your words and obey them.