Lyrics
"The Blue Juniata" as first published: :Wild roved an Indian girl, :Bright Alfarata, :Where sweep the waters :Of the blue Juniata! :Swift as an antelope :Through the forest going, :Loose were her jetty locks, :In many tresses flowing. :Gay was the mountain song :Of bright Alfarata, :Where sweep the waters :Of the blue Juniata. :"Strong and true my arrows are, :In my painted quiver, :Swift goes my light canoe :Adown the rapid river. :"Bold is my warrior good, :The love of Alfarata, :Proud waves his snowy plume :Along the Juniata. :Soft and low he speaks to me, :And then, his war-cry sounding, :Rings his voice in thunder loud, :From height to height resounding." :So sang the Indian girl, :Bright Alfarata, :Where sweep the waters :Of the blue Juniata. :Fleeting years have borne away :The voice of Alfarata; :Still sweeps the river on— :Blue Juniata! ==References==