A comic Indian novelty song from 1907.
Words and music by Thos. S. Allen.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Upon a stand, with a tom-a-hawk in his hand
Stood an Indian chief of the bold Comanche band
Then years or more he’d been standing at the door
As an advertising sign for an old tobacca store
He longed to meet the princess so sweet
Who held a bunch of stogies out
On the opposite side of the street
When she inquired if his tomahawk arm was tired
Then he shook his little head
And he answered back so sweet
Chorus
Big chief Battle-Axe loves yer true
All day long I gaze at you
I don’t care for this job any more
If you say you’ll be my bride
Then we’ll take a good long ride
Far away from this tobacca store
- Sad to relate was this Indian warrior’s fate
For they threw him in the dump
But the big chief said, “You Wait!”
One dreary night, when the moon was out of sight
Then he stole his hobby horse
And he rode with all his might
He looked around and the princess he found
Then they both jumped on the hobby horse
And they started off with a bound
And now today they are hundreds of miles away
But they don’t forget the time
When the big chief used to say
Sung here by Vancha March: