Ogalalla 1909

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 5 November 2010
2010

Many moons ago,
down in Mexico,
Out upon the Indian reservation,
Lived a redskin queen,
she was just eighteen,
sweetest girl in all her dusky nation.
Riding from the North a cowboy came,
She met him and set his heart aflame,
Every night they'd ride o'er the prairie wide,
While to explain his love he tried.

Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Heap much lovee, you love me,
soon we ride quick my tepee,
Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Big Chief get sore,
and he make much war,
But we go before,
if you be my squaw
my Ogalalla, follow me.

Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Heap much lovee, you love me,
soon we ride quick my tepee,
Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Big Chief get sore,
and he make much war,
But we go before,
if you be my squaw
my Ogalalla, follow me.

In the starry night,
of the summer night,
From the camp
there steals a redskin wary,
Finds these lovers two,
as they bill and coo,
Soon his warcry echoes from the prairie.
Then the cowboy takes her bridle rein,
Madly gallops with her o'er the plain,
And by break of day,
when they're far away,
He takes her in his arm to say.

Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Heap much lovee, you love me,
soon we ride quick my tepee,
Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Big Chief get sore,
and he make much war,
But we go before,
if you be my squaw
my Ogalalla, follow me.

Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Heap much lovee, you love me,
soon we ride quick my tepee,
Ogalalla, Ogalalla,
Big Chief get sore,
and he make much war,
But we go before,
if you be my squaw
my Ogalalla, follow me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Ogalalla 1909
Music by Ted Snyder
Lyrics by Vincent Brian
© 1909 by Ted Snyder Co.Inc.  N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 5 November 2010 at 17.55
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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