Titel: "Pretty Little Maid Of Cherokee"                

Komponist: W.-R. Williams

Texter: Dsgl.

Verlag: Will Rossiter, Chicago

Erscheinungsjahr: 1909

Druckerei: Keine Angabe

Graphiker: Starmer

Sammlungsnummer: 7461


Die Geschichte einer "Maid of Cherokee":


Far out in the golden west

Where all nature looks its best

Indian came, his lady love to. woo

Making heap big love each night,

thought they were alone allright,

But soon found out that Indians rubber too

They watched him court his lady fair and with a silent grin

They hummed their wedding hymn, by way of joshing him.

Though much amazed it never feazed, this handsome young red skin.

For he could play a red skin game and win.



You're my own pretty little maid of Cherokee,

I'd like to join your family

An easy life looks good to me,

On that we'll all agree

Pretty little bud, of womanhood,

I'm never very bad and never very good

Maid of Cherokee

You were made for me

You're my pretty little maid of Cherokee


Indian maid of plumes and beads,

Wed this brave of noble deeds

Back to her own Teepee they both went

Pretty soft for him you see, sponing on her family,

For food and lodging didn't pay a cent

For quite a spell, the scheme worked well, until one fatal day.

The young man got too gay, then papa had his say,

At break of day they went away, the neighbors say to stay

Now does he still sing her that Indian Lay?