The Riverside song book/The Indian Girls Lament

by William Cullen Bryant

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THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT.

William Cullen Bryant. Arr. from Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy.

Andante.

1. An In - dian girl was sit - ting where Her lov - er, slain in

2. '"Twas I the broid-ered moc - sen made, That shod thee for that

3. With wam - pum belts I cross'd thy breast, And wrapped thee in the

4. Thou'rt hap - py now, for thou hast passed The long dark jour - ney

5. Yet, oft to thine own In - dian maid Even there thy thoughts will

bat - tle, slept; Her maid - en veil, her own black hair. Came

dis - tant land; ’Twas I thy bow and ar - rows laid Be -

bi - son's hide, And laid the food that pleased thee best In

of the grave, And in the land of light at last, Hast

earth-ward stray— To her who sits where though wert laid, And

down o'er eyes, o'er eyes that wept; And wild - ly, in her

side thy still, thy still cold hand; Thy bow in many a

plen - ty, plen - ty by thy side; And decked thee brave-ly

joined the good, the good and brave A - mid the flushed and

weeps the hours, the hours a - way. Yet al - most can her

This sad and simp - ple lay she sung. . . . .

Thy ar - rows nev - er vain - ly sent. . . . .

A war - rior of il - lus - trious name. . . . .

The brav - est and the love - liest there. . . . .

To think that thou dost love her yet. . . . .

wood-land tongue, This sand and sim-ple, sim-ple lay she sung:

bat - tle bent, Thy ar - rows nev-er vain - ly sent.

as be-came A war-rior, war-rior of il - lus - trious name.

balm-y air, The bravest, bravest and the love - liest there.

grief forget, To think that though, that thou dost lover her yet."