Cat. #1061 (MFH #458) - As sung by Raymond Sanders, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 12, 1970

Out on th Indian reservation
Clear away from civilization
Where th feet of th pale face seldom trod
When a white man first one summer
Met an Indian girl, a hummer
Daughter of th big Chief, Spare-th-rod
White man threw some love an' glances
Took th maiden to our dances
Smoked th pipe of peace, took chances
Livin' in a teepee made of fur
He rode with her on an Indian pony
Bought 'er a diamond ring, a phroney
An' these loving words he'd say to her

You're my pretty little Indian Napinee
Won't you take a chance an' marry me
Your Father's th Chief, an' it's my belief
To a very merry wedding, he'll agree
True you're dark little Indian maid
But I'll sunburn to a darker shade
I'll wear feathers in my head
Paint my face an Indian red
If you'll only be my Napinee

Sorry to say, but soon he caught her
Soon he married th big Chief's daughter
Happy as any couple ever could be
Wasn't long till love, it faded
Napinee got old an' shaded
Just about like any other squaw
Then papooses came by number
Indain yells, she's sturbed his slumber
White man slumbers as he blunders
An' th feather dropped upon his head
To late now, but he's still wishin'
That he'd never gone a fishin'
Or had met this Indian girl an' said