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Amid the wild and wooly prairies lived an Indian maid,
Erewanna, queen of fairies, of her tribe afraid;
Each night there came an Irish lad, a buck, with a wedding ring,
He would sit outside her tent and his bagpipes loud would sing.
Erewanna, on my honour, I'll take care of you,
I'll be good and true, we can bill and coo
In a wigwam built with shamrocks green;
We'll make those redmen smile, when you're Mrs. Barney,
Heap much Kearney, from Killarney's Isle.
As the moon shone down upon them, Erewanna said,
"Some great race might crown you big chief, then I'll be your bride."
"Oh that's easy," whispered Barney with a smiling face,
"All my family were great runners an' the first in every race."
Erewanna, on my honour, I'll take care of you,
I'll be good and true, we can bill and coo
In a wigwam built with shamrocks green;
We'll make those redmen smile, when you're Mrs. Barney,
Heap much Kearney, from Killarney's Isle.
Comic parlour song sung by Vince Ledwell (1888-1982) of Calvert, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
