Tammany - A Pale Face Pow-Wow
Music by Gus Edwards
Words by Vincent Bryan
Published 1905 by Witmark & Sons.

[Verse 1]
Hiawatha was an Indian, So was Navajo,
Paleface organ-grinders killed them Many moons ago;
But there is a band of Indians That will never die,
When they're at the Indian Club This is their battle cry:

[Choras]
Tammany, Tammany
Big Chief sits in his tepee Cheering braves to victory,
Tammany, Tammany
Swamp 'em swamp 'em Get me "wampum"
Tammany, Tammany

[Choras pt.2]
Tammany, Tammany
Stick together at the Poll you'll have long green wampum rolls.
Tammany, Tammany
Polititicians get positions,
Tammany, Tammany

[Verse 2]
On the island of Manhattan By the bitter sea,
Lived this tribe of noble Red Men, Tribe of Tammany,
From the Totem of the Greenlight Wampum they would bring,
When their big Chief Man Behind, Would pass the pipe and sing:

[Choras]
Tammany, Tammany
Big Chief sits in his tepee Cheering braves to victory,
Tammany, Tammany
Swamp 'em swamp 'em Get me "wampum"
Tammany, Tammany

[Choras pt.2]
Tammany, Tammany
Stick together at the Poll you'll have long green wampum rolls.
Tammany, Tammany
Polititicians get positions,
Tammany, Tammany

[Extra Verses]
Chris Colombo sailed from Spain, across the deep blue see,
Brought along the Dago vote to beat out Tammany.
Tammany found Colombo's crew were living on a boat,

[Choras]
Tammany, Tammany
Get those Dagos jobs at once, they can vote in twelve more months.
Tammany, Tammany
Make those floaters Tammany voters, Tammany

[Verse]
Fifteen thousand Irishmen from Erin came across,
Tammany put those Irish Indians on the Police force.
I asked one cop, if he wanted three platoons or four,
He said: "Keep your old platoons, I've got a cuspidor, What would I want with more?"

[Choras]
Tammany, Tammany
Your Policeman can't be beat, THey can sleep on any street.
Tammany, Tammany
Dusk is creeping, they're all sleeping, Tammany.