Red Wing

There once was an indian maid

A shy little prairie maid

Who sang a lay a love song gay

As on the plain shed got far away

She loved a warrior bold

This shy little maid of old

But so brave and gay he rode one day

To battle far away

Oh the moon shines tonight on pretty red wing

The breeze is sighing the love birds crying

For afar neath his star her brave is sleeping

While red wings weeping her heart away