Music by CHAS. L. JOHNSON
Words by JAMES O'DEA
Published 1906 by Jerome H. Remick & Co.
Many, many years ago, In a valley
where the prairie roses grow,
Once there lived an Injun Queen of sweet sixteen,
Who never knew a care.
To her lodge beneath the tree,
Came a copper colored aboriginee,
To this maiden sightly,
He would nightly warble there.
My sweet Iola, Iola, list to me,
My dream of bliss to be,
Come throw a kiss to me.
For you I'm waiting,
Here 'neath the stars ashine,
My love please don't decline,
To that ditty singing brave,
Not a shadow of encouragement she gave,
Nightly he would sigh for hours
and send her flow'rs,
The while his love he told,
And he persevered so well,
That at last he won his copper colored belle,
With this serenade he woos his lady as of old.