CHIPPEWA FLUTE SONG
To be chanted softly and monotonously in a high pitch, with a downward inflection at the end of every sentence and at other places where the voice naturally falls.
Hah-eeeeeeeee-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!My little Pigeon-Woman,For you alone as I float in my little birch canoe in the purple twilight, I am singing, I am calling on my little cedar lute tenderly.For you alone, for you alone I am playing on my little yellow flute mellowly.And though the singing of my throat is like the grumping of the frog at night among the water-lilies, yet the notes from my cedar Beée-hee-gwin are like silver bubbles in the moonlight.Therefore why do you hide away from me like the timid little fawn that peers tremblingly at me from yonder bending willows,My little Pigeon-Woman,My Kah-lée-lee-óh-kah-láy-kway!
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