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Title
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Indian lass
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Singer
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Webb, Thomas
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
As I was a-walking down by the seashore,
I called at an alehouse to spend half an hour,
And I sat drinking and taking my glass,
By chance there came in a young Indian lass.
Verse 2
This lovely young Indian, as you shall soon hear,
With her features of beauty none with her could compare;
She was tall and she was handsome, her age was sixteen,
She was born and brought up in a place near Orleans.
Verse 3
She came and sat by me, and squeezed my hand,
She says - "You're a stranger, not one of this land."
She says - "I'll find lodgings, if with me you'll stay,
You shall have my portion without more delay."
Verse 4
With a jug of good liquor she welcomed me in,
Now she says, "You are welcome to have anything, [hyphen]
And, besides, if you'll stay with me, never more to roam,
I know you're a stranger, and far from your home."
Verse 5
Now the time being appointed for William to leave,
To leave this sweet damsel, the ocean to breathe;
She pulled out her handkerchief and wiped her bright eye -
"Oh, don't go and leave me, dear William," she cried.
Verse 6
It was early the next morning we were going to set sail,
To cross the rolling ocean, boys, and leave her a while;
She says - "When you are over in your own native land,
Remember the young Indian that squeezed your hand."
Verse 7
We hoisted our anchor and away then we flew,
And a sweet pleasant breeze soon parted me from her view;
But now I am over, and taking my glass,
Here is a good health to the young Indian lass.
