.A young Indian mother with anxious eyes
Sat by a cradle 'neath sullen skies
Her warrior hunter had not returned
But bravely to her babe she turned
High flies the goose my little papuss
The bright apple falls from the bough
The trembling leaf knows the north wind's a thief
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