ARRAH WANNA: AN IRISH INDIAN MATRIMONIAL VENTURE (Words, Jack Drislane. Music, Theodore Morse. 1906)
'Mid the wild and woolly prairies lived an Indian maid, Arrah Wanna queen of fairies of her tribe afraid. Each night came an Irish laddie buck, with a wedding ring. He would sit outside her tent and with his bagpipes loudly sing:
CHORUS: "Arrah Wanna, on my honor, I'll take care of you. I'll be kind and true. We can love and bill and coo. In a wigwam built of shamrocks green, we'll make those red men smile, When you're Mrs. Barney, heap much Carney, from Killarney's Isle."
While the moon shone down upon them, Arrah Wanna sighed, "Some great race must call you Big Chief, then I'll be your bride." "Sure that's easy," whispered Barney, with a smiling face. "All my fam'ly were good runners and were first in ev'ry race. CHORUS