Titel: "Pretty Little Maid Of Cherokee"
Komponist: W.-R. Williams
Verlag: Will Rossiter, Chicago
Druckerei: Keine Angabe
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?