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American Ballads and Folk Songs
And Big Dan played the fiddle. We danced and drank the livelong night, With fights between the dancing— Till Silver Jack cleaned out the ranch, And sent the mossbacks prancing.
Bung yer eye: bung yer eye.
THE BANKS OF THE PAMANAW *
While strolling out one evening
In the latter part of June, The sun had sunk far in the west
And brightly shone the moon,
I strolled away from camp, my boys,
To view the scenery round; Twas there I spied this Indian maid
A-sitting on the ground.
As I advanced up towards her,
She did not seem afraid. I boldly stepped up to her
And unto her I said:
"You do surprise me very much
Although you're but a squaw, To see you here so lonely on
The banks of the Pamanaw."
"Draw nigh to me, young man," she said,
"And I will tell you all, The truth I will unfold to you,
And the cause of my downfall.
♦This ballad was taken from the reciting of an old lumberjack, William McBride of Isabella City, Michigan, 1931. Sent by Professor E. C. Beck, Central State Teachers College, Mount Pleasant, Michigan