Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away, you rolling river.
Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
Away, we're bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri.
The old Mizzoo, she's a mighty river,
The Indians camp along her borders.
The white man loved an Indian maiden,
With notions his canoe was laden.
O Shenandoah, I love your daughter.
For her I've crossed the rolling water.
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The chief disdained the trader's dollars
"My daughter never shall you follow."
At last there came a Yankee skipper.
He winked his eye, and he tipped his flipper.
He sold the chief that fire-water,
And 'cross the river he stole his daughter.
Farewell, my dear, I'm bound to leave you,
O Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you.
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