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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: 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 pale face 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 phroney
An' these 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's th Chief, an' it's my belief
To a very merry wedding, he'll agree
True you're dark little Indian maid
But I'll sunburn to a darker shade
I'll wear feathers in my head
Paint my face an Indian red
If you'll only be my Napinee

VERSE 2
Sorry to 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 got old an' shaded
Just about like any other squaw
Then papooses came by number
Indain yells, she's sturbed his slumber
White man slumbers as he blunders
An' th feather dropped upon his head
To late now, but he's still wishin'
That he'd never gone a fishin'
Or had met this Indian girl an' said

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, t'is 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:
Y ou'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 Chiefs 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
To 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 Glen Orhlin, 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 Glen 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

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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 I miss that.


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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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