Let me go to my father, by whose valiant side,
I have sported so oft in the height of my pride,
And exulted to conquer the insolent foe—
To my father, that chieftain—oh, there let me go.
And, oh, let me go to my dark-eyed maid,
Who taught me to love beneath the willow shade;
Whose heart’s like the fawn’s, and as pure as the snow,
And she loves her dear Indian—to her let me go.
And, oh, let me go to my fair forest home,
And never again will I wish to roam,