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Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee
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Subject: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Rowena Date: 21 Mar 03 - 06:41 AM Does anyone know the lyrics to "My Pretty Little Indian Napanee" written by Will Rossiter in 1906? Thanks |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Sorcha Date: 21 Mar 03 - 10:47 AM Napinee at the Max Hunter Collection. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Willie-O Date: 21 Mar 03 - 12:07 PM FWIW Napanee Ontario is cute lil Avril Lavigne's hometown. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Rowena Date: 22 Mar 03 - 10:51 AM Thank you that is the the right lyrics. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: NAPINEE From: Joe Offer Date: 22 Mar 03 - 12:34 PM Gee, the Max Hunter site has three versions of this song. There are recordings, but no MIDI. VERSE 1 Out on th' Indian reservation Clear away from civilization Where th' feet of th' paleface 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 phony An' these loving words he'd say to her CHORUS: VERSE 2 As sung by Raymond Sanders, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 12, 1970 Here's another version: 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, 'tis 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 Cat. #1160 (MFH #458) - As sung by Audrey Barclay, Springfield, Missouri, September 19, 1970 Here's one more: VERSE 1 Out on th' Indian reservation Very far from civilization Where th' feet of th' pale face seldom trod When a white man took th ish one summer Met a 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 Rode with her on an Injun pony Bought 'er a diamond ring, a phoney An' in loving words he'd say to her CHORUS: You're my pretty little Indian Napinee Won't you take a chance an' marry me Your Father is th' chief, an' it's my belief To a very merry wedding, he'll agree True, your dark little Indian maid I'll sunburn to a darker shade I'll wear feathers in my hair Paint my face an Injun red If you'll only be my Napinee VERSE 2 Sorry t' 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 grew old an' shaded Just about like any other squaw Then papooses came by number Red skin yells she's 'sturbed his slumber White man slumbers as he wonders An' th' feathers drooped upon his head Too late now but he's still wishin' That he'd never went a-fishin' Or had met this Indian girl an' said Cat. #1019 (MFH #458) - As sung by Glenn Ohrlin, Mountain View, Arkansas on October 7, 1969 Is there information on this song from sources other than the Max Hunter Collection? A tune? I suppose it doesn't matter - I can't imagine singing a song like this nowadays. No mention of this song at Levy, the American Memory Collection, or the Traditional Ballad Index. There's a song with a related title that hasn't been posted here - "Twas on the Napanee." Probably better to put that in another thread. It's related to "Jam on Jerry's Rocks." -Joe Offer- |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 22 Mar 03 - 12:55 PM Roud lists an MS text in the WPA Collection, Univ. of Virginia, Charlotteville, (No.967) and a sound recording in the Edith Fowke collection (FO 72, Ontario, 1960), but the song hasn't been assigned a number yet as the information is quoted from catalogues. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,sammott51 Date: 22 Oct 08 - 04:12 PM I was so thrilled to find this. My mother sang this song to me when I was very small. Even though she couldn't remember all the words. My mother is 86 years young. I can't wait to show this to her. Thanks so much for submitting it. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 23 Oct 08 - 03:26 PM Recordings by- Davy Miller Johnny Barfield, Bluebird 8691 Tex Dean, Trumpet label. http://newsgroups.derkeiler.com/Archive/Rec/rec.music.folk/2006-06/msg00004.html Another version is given. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: NAPANEE / MY PRETTY LITTLE INDIAN NAPANEE From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Oct 08 - 10:27 PM From the sheet music at The Maine Music Box: NAPANEE, or MY PRETTY LITTLE INDIAN NAPANEE A song founded on actual facts. As sung in the comic opera success "The Royal Chef" Words, Will S. Genaro. Music, W. R. Williams. Chicago: Will Rossiter, 1906. 1. Out on the Indian reservation, Far away from civilization, Where the foot of "paleface" seldom trod, White-man went to fish one summer, Met an Indian girl, a hummer, Daughter of the big chief "Spare-the-rod." White-man threw some loving glances, Took the maiden to war-dances, Smoked the "pipe of peace," took chances, Living in a teepee made of fir; Rode with her on an Indian pony, Gave her a diamond ring, a "phony," Then he sang these loving words to her: CHORUS: You are my pretty little Indian Napanee. Will you take a chance and marry me? Though daddy is a chief, 'Tis my belief, To a very merry wedding he'll agree. True, you're a dark little Indian maid, But 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 Napanee. 2. Sorry to say, his "con" talk caught her. Soon he married the Big Chief's daughter, Happiest couple that you ever saw, Till his dream of love had faded. Napanee looked old and jaded, Just about like any other squaw. Soon papooses came in numbers. Redskin yells disturbed his slumbers. White-man wonders at his blunders. Now the feathers droop upon his head. Too late now, but still he is wishing That he had never gone a-fishing, Or had met that Indian maid, and said: CHORUS. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,REPB Date: 13 Nov 08 - 11:44 AM I just bought the sheet music of this song at a rummage sale - in pretty darn good condition. Is there a market for it? No words - just the music. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Goose Gander Date: 13 Nov 08 - 12:21 PM Here's some working links to the Max Hunter recordings . . . Napinee as sung by Glenn Orhlin, Mountain View, Arkansas on October 7, 1969 Napinee as sung by Raymond Sanders, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 12, 1970 Napinee as sung by Audrey Barclay, Springfield, Missouri, September 19, 1970 |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,jrey Date: 03 Jan 09 - 11:39 PM These are all real close but no cigars... here are the words as I learned them: Out on an Indian reservation Far away from civilization Where the foot of paleface seldom trod White man went to fish one summer Met an Indian maid, a hummer Daughter of the big chief Spare The Rod White man threw some loving glances Took the maiden to war dances Smoked the pipe of peace, took chances Living in a tepee made of fur Rode with her on an Indian pony Gave her a diamond ring, a phony And he sang these loving words to her --chorus-- You are my pretty little Indian, oh Napinee Won't you take a chance and marry me Though daddy is the chief, 'tis my belief To a very merry wedding he'll agree It's true you're a dark little Indian maid But 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 Sorry to say his con-talk caught her Soon he married the big chief's daughter Happiest couple that you ever saw 'Til his dream of love had faded Napinee looked old and jaded Just about like any other squaw Soon papooses came in numbers Red skin yells disturbed his slumbers White man wonders at his blunders Now the feathers droop upon his head Too late now but still he's wishing That he'd never gone a-fishing Or had met that Indian maid and said --repeat chorus-- |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST Date: 13 Mar 09 - 08:01 PM Family history tells us that this song is about Rowland Judd who was born 1725 in England. He came to America as an indentured servant as he couldn't afford the 28 pounds to sail. It took him 4 yr. to work off what he owed. He moved on and met the Chief's daughter, fell in love and married her. They had several children. Along with son's John and Rowland,Jr. he fought in the Battle of Kings Mountain during the Revolutionary War. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,KE Tuttle Date: 01 Nov 10 - 01:59 PM I am a descendent of Rowland Judd and while trying to find out about his wife, listed as "Cherokee Woman" or Robin, daughter of 'Spare-the-Rod' I found the following information. I have tried to find the words to the song and believe it is one my great uncles used to sing as they had a (bluegrass) band in the early 1900s (last cousin to play with them died in Oregon in 2007). http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/s/t/u/Fred-D-Sturtevant/GENE10-0001.html A marriage record for Rowland Judd has not been found, but it is believed that his wife was of the Cherokees. A number of Judd descendants recall hearing their mothers or grandmothers sing a song entitled "Napanee" written by by Will S. Genaro, with music by W. R. Williams, copyrighted in 1901. On the sheet music are the words' "A song founded on actual facts." It is about a white man who met the daughter of the big chief "Spare-the-rod", fell in love with her and married her. Mrs Gladys Carnahan of leavenworth, Kansas, furnished a copy of the sheet music, along with a picture of Phobe Judd, born 1801, a great grandaughter of Rowland Judd, who resembles the photographs of indian women of the time period. Her picture and an account of her family are given later in the book "Judd". [Daughters of the American Revolution have more information on Rowland Judd as a 'Patriot.'] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,CowboyFloyd's granddaughter Date: 09 Feb 11 - 03:40 PM My grandfather used to sing this on the radio and stage in the 30's... I found the original sheet music and lyrics. Here they are. My Pretty Little Indian Napanee Words by Will S. Genaro; music by W.R. Williams Published 1906 Out on the Indian reservation, far away from civilization, Where the foot of "pale face" seldom trod... White man went to fish one summer, met an Indian girl, a hummer, Daughter of the big chief "Spare-the-rod;" White man threw some loving glances, took the maiden to war dances, Smoked the "pipe of peace," took chances; Living in a teepee made of fir, Rode with her on an Indian pony, gave her a diamond ring, a "phoney," Then he sang these loving words to her: [chorus] You are my Pretty little Indian Napanee, will you take a chance and marry me? Tho' daddy is a chief, 'tis my belief, to a very merry wedding he'll agree;.. True you're a dark little Indian maid, but I'll sun burn to a darker shade, I'll wear feathers on my head, Paint my face an Indian Red... If you'll only be my Napanee. Sorry to say, his "con" talk caught her, soon he married the Big Chief's daughter, Happiest couple that you ever saw... Till his dream of love had faded, Napanee looked old and jaded. Just about like any other squaw;... Soon papooses came in numbers, redskin yells disturbed his slumbers, White man wonders at his blunders, Now the feathers droop upon his head,.... Too late now, but still he is wishing that he had never gone a fishing, Or had met that Indian maid and said: [repeat chorus] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Jim Dixon Date: 15 Feb 11 - 02:14 PM Yeah, that's exactly the same as what was posted earlier. (Except that the earlier version had a few more amenities, such as the publisher's name, the name of the show it came from, and a link to a web site where you can see the sheet music.) Why do people like to duplicate what has already been done? I see that a lot at Mudcat and it really puzzles me. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Margaret Date: 16 Jul 11 - 05:45 AM This is another song that my dad sang to us and yes, I know the lyrics... You are a pretty little Indian Napanee Wontcha take a chance and marry me Your father is a Chief, 'tis my belief To a very merry wedding he'd agree. True you're a dark little Indian maid But I'll suntan to a deeper shade I'll wear feathers on my head, paint my face an Indian red If you'll be my little Napanee. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST Date: 19 Nov 11 - 11:31 AM Joan Spicer My grandmother used to sing this song to my sisters and me. I never heard the first and last verses before looking up on the internet. Thank you to those who gave details of its origin, etc. White man stole some loving glances, Took the maiden to war dances, Smoked a pipe of peace; took chances, Living in a tee pee made of fir. Rode with her on an Indian pony. Gave her a diamond ring - of phoney, Then he spoke these loving words to her: "You are my pretty little Indian Naponee, Won't you take a chance and marry me? Your father is the chief, 'tis my belief, To a very merry wedding, he'll agree. True, you're a dark little Indian maid, But 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 naponee!" (Indian war chants:) Yah-yah, yah-yah; Yah-yah, yah-yah; Yah-yah, yah-yah; Yah-yah, yah-yah! Living in a teepee made of fir! Rode with her... etc. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,999 Date: 19 Nov 11 - 11:47 AM from http://www.authentichistory.com/diversity/native/ns2-princess/1906_SM_Napanee-lyrics.html Napanee, or, My Pretty Little Indian Napanee Words by Will S. Genaro; music by W.R. Williams Published 1906 Out on the Indian reservation, far away from civilization, Where the foot of "pale face" seldom trod... White man went to fish one summer, met an Indian girl, a hummer, Daughter of the big chief "Spare-the-rod;" White man threw some loving glances, took the maiden to war dances, Smoked the "pipe of peace," took chances; Living in a teepee made of fir, Rode with her on an Indian pony, gave her a diamond ring, a "phoney," Then he sang these loving words to her: [chorus] You are my Pretty little Indian Napanee, will you take a chance and marry me? Tho' daddy is a chief, 'tis my belief, to a very merry wedding he'll agree;.. True you're a dark little Indian maid, but I'll sun burn to a darker shade, I'll wear feathers on my head, Paint my face an Indian Red... If you'll only be my Napanee. Sorry to say, his "con" talk caught her, soon he married the Big Chief's daughter, Happiest couple that you ever saw... Till his dream of love had faded, Napanee looked old and jaded. Just about like any other squaw;... Soon papooses came in numbers, redskin yells disturbed his slumbers, White man wonders at his blunders, Now the feathers droop upon his head,.... Too late now, but still he is wishing that he had never gone a fishing, Or had met that Indian maid and said: [repeat chorus] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,F Train Date: 25 Apr 12 - 09:53 AM I have been singing that song since 1928. My parents sang it to me as well as Laura Parkey, who was a wonderful lady that made porqupine quill baskets. She was married to a Native American man. I am glad that the song is still in circulation. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 10 May 12 - 05:19 PM refresh |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Thank heavens! Date: 17 Jan 13 - 12:18 AM My great grandmother from Fristoe, MO sang this song to me all the time when I was a child. I'm thrilled that others know it! My great grandmother was of Blackfeet ancestry and and always called me her Little Napanee |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Pete Ray, Born Lake County,TN 1936 Date: 19 Apr 13 - 10:02 PM I wish I could remember all the lyrics that my father used to sing. He was born in 1897 and said he learned the song from the old people who lived in Kentucky. I do remember the chorus as he sang it: My pretty little Naponee Won't you take a chance and marry me. Your father is a chief and it is my belief That to a very merry wedding he will agree It is true you are a dark little Indian maid But I will sunburn to a darker shade, Wear feathers on my head, paint my cheeks an Indian red If you will only be my little Naponee. Dad was of Cherokee extraction and was told that 'Naponee' meant 'Flower'. Dad's version was much more romantic sounding than the versions shown here. The one other line that I do remember; "Then papooses came in number, disturbing the white man from his slumber" If only we had taken more notes during those days! I have been unable to verify that definition, but in view of some of the other stories of 'flour mills' be called Naponee, it seems logical. The Cherokee would not grasp the difference between the two words and would likely call the mill naponee/flower/flour. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Lois Allen Date: 24 Aug 13 - 08:16 AM I'm 85 yrs. old and learned this song from my mother; This is how she taught it to me: Way out on an Indian reservation, far,far away from civilization, Where the foot of "pale face" seldom trod... White man went to fish one summer, met an Indian maid, a hummer, Daughter of the big chief "Spare-the-rod;" White man threw some loving glances, took the maiden to war dances, Smoked the "pipe of peace," took chances; living in a teepee made of fur, Rode with her on an Indian pony, gave her a diamond ring, a "phoney," As he sang these loving words to her: [chorus] Won't you be my pretty little Napanee, won't you take a chance and marry me? Your dad is a chief, 'tis my belief to a very merry wedding he'll agree; 'Tis true you are a dark little Indian maid, but I'll sun burn to a darker shade, I'll wear feathers on my head, paint my face an Indian red. if you'll only be my Napanee. Sorry to say, but his "con" talk caught her, soon he married the Big Chief's daughter, Happiest couple that you ever saw, 'till the light of love had faded, Napanee looked old and jaded. just about like any other squaw. Soon papooses came in numbers, redskins yell to disturb his slumbers, White man wonders at his blunders, how the feathers drooped upon his head. It's too late, but now he's wishing that he had never gone a fishing, Or had ever met this maid and said: [repeat chorus] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Little Indian Napanee From: GUEST,Jim Humphreys Date: 01 Sep 13 - 04:31 AM My grandfather sang this song to my father when he was a boy. And my Dad sang it as a bedtime song for me and my brothers. I looked at the Max Hunter lyrics, but I prefer the lyrics I learned as a boy as they make more sense in certain parts. These are very close to Lois Allen's lyrics above: Out on an Indian reservation Far away from civilization, Where the foot of paleface seldom trod, White man came to fish one summer, Met an Indian maid a hummer, Daughter of the big chief Spare the Rod. White man threw some loving glances, Took the maid into war dances, Smoked the pipe of peace took chances, Livin' in tepee made of fur. Rode with her on an Indian pony, Bought her a diamond ring a phoney, Then to her these loving words did say: "You are my pretty little indian Napinee, Won't you take a chance and marry me, Your daddy is a chief, 'tis my belief, To a very, merry wedding he'll agree. True you're a dark little Indian maid, But I'll suntan to a darker shade. I'll wear feathers on my head, Paint my face an Indian red, If you'll only be mine Napinee." Sorry to say his con-talk caught her, Soon he married the big chief's daughter, Happiest couple that you ever saw. Until his dreams of love had faded, Napinee looked old and jaded, Just about like any other squaw. Soon papooses came in number, Redskins' yells disturbed his slumber, White men wondered at his blunders, Now the feathers droop upon his head. Too late now but still he's a wishing, That he'd never gone a fishing, And had met that Indian maid and said: (Repeatchorus) |
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