Cat. #1160 (MFH #458) - As sung by Audrey Barclay, Springfield, Missouri on September 19, 1970
VERSE 1
Way out on an Indian reservation
Far away from civilization
Back where th foot of white men seldom trod
White man went to fish, one summer
Met an Indian girl, a hummmer
Daughter of th big chief, Spare-The-Rod
VERSE 2
White man threw some loving glances
Take th maid to merry war dances
Smoked th pipe of peace, took chances
Living in a teepee made of fur
He rode with her, on Indian pony
Gave her diamond ring, a phony
Then he sang these loving words to her
VERSE 3
Come by my pretty little Indian Napinee
Won't ya take a chance an' marry me
For your daddy's a chief, t'is my belief
To a very merry wedding, he'll agree
Though you're dark little Indian maid
I'll sunburn to a darker shade
I'll wear feathers on my head
Paint my face an Indian red
If you'll only be my Napinee