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FLYING MOCCASINS
Cold and swift upon the wild She-she-be,Ha-a-ah-eee-ooo . . . Plenty duck. . .Ha-a-a-a-ah-eeee-ooooo . . . Plenty duck. . . .
Faster—with alilt—dancingrhythm.
Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi!Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi!Keétch-ie Má-ni-dó, Má-ni-dó,Blow on Ah-bi-tóo-bi many wings;Wings of teal and wings of mallard,Wings of green and blue.My little lake lies waiting,Singing for her blustery lover;Dancing on the golden-stranded shoreWith many little moccasins,Pretty little moccasins,Beaded with her silver sands,And with her golden pebbles.And upon her gentle bosomLies Mah-nó-min, sweetest wild-rice,Green and yellow,Rustling blade and rippling blossom—Hi-yee! Hi-yee! Blow on Ah-bi-tdo-bi plenty duck!Ho! Plenty, plenty duck!Ho! Plenty duck, plenty duck!Ho! Ho!
Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi! í! HitHée-ya! Hoi-yat Hée-ya! Hoi-ya!Keétch-ie Má-ni-dó, Má-ni-dó,I place this pretty duck upon your hand;Upon its sunny palm and in its windy fingers.
