SNOW DEER
Words, Jack Mahoney. Music, Percy Wenrich.
New York: Wenrich-Howard Co., 1913.

Sweet Snow Deer mine, moon's a-shine through the pine.
While Mohawks sleep, let us creep through the vale.
Your cowboy lover your heart will cover.
Don't hesitate. It is late. Ponies wait
For you and me by the tree in the dale.
Hear tom-toms beating. Let's hit the trail.

CHORUS: My pretty Snow Deer, say you will go, dear.
From your side I'll never part.
Every trail leads to your heart.
It's time to marry, no time to tarry.
Let me carry you from here, my sweet Snow Deer.

The red men come, bullets hum! There’ll be some
Left on the trail. I can't fail. Cling to me.
We'll crown the story with love and glory.
Now after all, must I fall? Hear my call
And fly away while we may. Can’t you see
Those ranch lights gleaming? Safe there we'll be.