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SACRED INDIAN SONG
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Oomph! Auggh! Oomph! Auggh! Oh it was 'long 'bout 'leben o'clock When the moon went down the block Caught myself on the mountain top Hide my face from God. Oomph! Auggh! Oomph! Auggh! Walk and talk with Jesus Oh halle--hallelujah Oomph! Auggh! Oomph Auggh! Glory in my soul. Lustily we sang, following the lead of one of my many red-haired, blue-eyed cousins as she stood unabashed in front of us in her ragged dress and brown cotton stocking that made her shapely legs look lumpy. "Stop! Stop, Mary Prescott. You have ruined our morning devotional. I do not believe that is truly and Indian song your daddy taught you. I think your daddy just made it up. Mrs. Watkins was real cross with our third grade class all morning> "Oomph! Augh!!" On the playground, Arthur, asked me "Don't you think that was a good song Cousin Mary was singing? I think it's a darn good Indian song. What does Mrs. Watkins know? Uncle Walter didn't make it up. My daddy says it was our Cherokee great grandfather who taught it to him." |
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