#1152 - Silver Heels
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Lyrics:
Where the cornflow'rs wave once an Indian brave,
All unfettered by the white man's law,
Loved a pretty little crowfoot squaw,
Just the sweetest and the neatest little girl he ever saw.
She was always coy to this Indian boy,
To his heart she didn't do a thing;
When the moonbeams on the river
Set the shadows all a-quiver,
Then he'd sing:
chorus:
I love you and you love me,
Pretty little Silver Heels;
I'll build you a big teepee,
If you will come and cook my meals
Young Chief's blue and all for you,
Plenty heap he love sick feels;
Don't be missing, heap much kissing,
Silver Heels.
(repeat chorus)
When the summer goes and the northwind blows,
In a cozy little wigwam we,
“Will be always right at home” said he,
“With a hubby and a chubby little papoose on your knee.”
But the maiden shy only dropped her eye,
As a tender little sigh she sighed;
While her copper colored lover
'Neath the silv'ry stars above her,
Once he cried:
