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THE RED MAN'S WIFE 'Tis what they say, The little heel fits in a shoe, 'Ttis what they say Thy little mouth kisses well, too. 'Tis what they say Thousand loves that you leave me to rue That the tailor went the way That the wife of the Red man knew. Nine months did I spend In a prion closed tightly and bound Bolts on my smalls* And a thousand locks frowning around. But o'er the tide I would leap with the leap of a swan Could I once set my side By the bride of the Red-skinned man. I thought,O my life That one house between us love would be And I thought I would find You once coaxing my child on your knee But now the curse of the high one On him let it be And on all of the bands of the liars Who put silence between you and me. There grows a tree in the garden, With blossoms that tremble and shake I lay my hand on its bark And I feel that my heart must break. My one wish alone My soul through the long months ran One little kiss From the wife of the Red-skinned man. But the Day of Doom shall come And hills and harbors be rent A mist shall fall on the sun From the dark clouds heavily rent The sea shall be dry And earth under mourning and ban Then loud shall he cry For the wife of the Red-skinned man. * There are three "smalls": the wrists, elbows and ankles From Mountain Minstrelsy of Pennsylvania, Shoemaker Old Irish ballad adapted to the Pennsylvania lumber camps. Originally "Red-Haire d Man" filename[ WIFERED2 RG |
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