THE SQUAW-DANCE
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Feet, feet, feet, feet, shuffling feet!Hi! Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat upon the tom-tom,Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat upon the drum;Shuffle to the left, shuffle to the left,Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle to the left, to the left,—Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi! Hóy-eeeeeeeeeeeee-yáh!
Kee-Wáy-Din-ó-Kway, the "north-wind woman," sings:
"I have a pretty present for Máh-een-gans,For 'Little-Wolf' I have a pretty medicine bag.Broidered upon it are many little beadsIn many pretty patterns of wild lilies,—Yellow beads and beads of the color of the cornflower.Through the many winter moonsDance ceases.To be chanted.I labored on this token of love;In this gaily patterned medicine bagI left my weary eyes and my worn fingers.Now I wish 'the Wolf' to dance with me in the ring.Hi! Beat, beat upon the drums, old medicine men!Dance! Dance in the ring, my people, and sing!"
(Ho! Ho! . . . Hí-yah! Hí-yah!)
With a lilt anddance rythm.Hóy-eeeeeeeee-yáh! Hóy-eeeeeeeee-yáh!Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hóy-eeeeeeeeeee-yáh!Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat upon the tom-tom,Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat upon the drum,As a bouncing breast and a lean long thigh,Caper to the ring with a whoop and a cry,
