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Missouri, she's a mighty river Way-aye, you rolling river The redskin's camp lies on its borders, A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! The white man loved the Indian maid, Way-aye, you rolling river! With notions his canoe was laden A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter Way-aye, you rolling river I'll take her 'cross yon rolling water A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! The Chief disdained the trader's dollars, Way-aye, you rolling river My daughter you shall never follow A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! For seven years I courted Sally, Way-aye, you rolling river For seven more I longed to have her A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! She said she would not be my lover Way-aye, you rolling river Because I was a tarry sailor A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! At last there came a Yankee skipper Way-aye, you rolling river He winked his eye, and he tipped his flipper A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! He sold the Chief that fire-water Way-aye, you rolling river And 'cross the river he stole his daughter A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! Oh Shenandoah! I long to hear you, Way-aye, you rolling river Across that wide and rolling river. A way - we're bound away 'cross the wide Missouri! |
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| From The Book of Navy Songs Collected and Edited by the Trident Society of the United States Naval Academy Naval Institute Press, Annapolis, MD 1955 (8th printing, 1987) | |