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The Indian Squaw.
Indian squaw goes up and down,
Selling baskets, through the town:
A little brown boy runs by her side,
And a little pappoose to her back is tied.
Selling baskets, through the town:
A little brown boy runs by her side,
And a little pappoose to her back is tied.
The Indian squaw wears blankets blue,
With a moccasin instead of a shoe,
Worked with quills in white and red,
And has a hat upon her head.
With a moccasin instead of a shoe,
Worked with quills in white and red,
And has a hat upon her head.
If mamma had been an Indian squaw,
She'd have worn a hat just like papa,
And carried baskets up and down,
And my face would have been all Indian brown.
She'd have worn a hat just like papa,
And carried baskets up and down,
And my face would have been all Indian brown.
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