In love-making nonsense I never took part;
Neither war-club nor squaw ever conquered my heart;
I forcibly reaped, but I never would sow—
Owosco.
Yes, yes; but that happened a long time ago.
All.
Long, long ago, we had wonderful chiefs,
Who gathered in scalp-locks as farmers do sheaves.
Much rather they’d fight than a-courting they’d go—
But that happened, thank goodness, a long time ago.