Arrah wanna : an Irish Indian matrimonial venture / words by Jack Drislane music by Theodore Morse
Morse, Theodore F., 1873-1924. “Arrah wanna : an Irish Indian matrimonial venture / words by Jack Drislane music by Theodore Morse.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 30 Mar. 2017, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20140. Accessed 13 Nov. 2019.
|Title||Arrah wanna : an Irish Indian matrimonial venture / words by Jack Drislane music by Theodore Morse|
|Indians -- Music|
|MacDonald, Harry -- Portraits|
|Drislane, Jack -- Portraits|
|Morse, Theodore F., 1873-1924. -- Portraits|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Cover design by DeTakacs|
|Cover photos. of Harry MacDonald, Theodore Morse, and Jack Drislane on cop.1 photo inset of Mattie Walsh, Theodore Morse, and Jack Drislane on cop.2|
|Also published as an Irish Indian intermezzo for piano -- Cover|
|Verso of cover: Excerpts of Oh! what a night to spoon, Crocodile isle, and The good old U.S.A|
|Back cover: Advertisements for Haviland's dance folios. nos. 1-3 and The seasons|
|Creator||Morse, Theodore F., 1873-1924|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : F.B. Haviland Pub. Co.|
|De Takacs, André C|
|Format||1 score (5 p.) 35 cm|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: 'Mid the wild and wooly prairies lived an Indian maid;First line of chorus: Arrah Wanna, on my honor, I'll take care of you|
VERSE 01: 'Mid the wild and wooly prairies lived an Indian maid,/ Arrah Wanna queen of fairies of her trip afraid/ Each night came an Irish laddie buck, with a wedding ring,/ He would sit outside her tent and with his bagpipes loudly sing.
CHORUS: "Arrah Wanna,on my honor, I'll take care of you,/ I'll be kind and true we can love and bill and coo,/ In a wigwam built of shamrocks green, we'll make those red men smile,/ When you're Misses Barney, heap much Carney, from Killarney's Isle."
VERSE 02: While the moon shone down upon them Arrah Wanna sighed,/ "Some great race must call you Big Chief, then I'll be your bride,"/ "Sure that's easy" whispered Barney, with a smiling face,/ "All my fam'ly were good runners and were first in ev'ry race.