An Indian Lullaby

University of Oklahoma Magazine 10 (December 1, 1921):13.

By Ruth Margaret Muskrat


'Cross the sky-blue water

Glides a light canoe,

'Tis thy warrior father

Coming back to you.

O'er the towering tree tops,

Where the gay stars peep,

Fall the timid dew drops.

Sleep, my papoose,[1] sleep.


Sleep, my papoose, sleep,

Close your weary eyes;

While the shadows creep

And the pine tree sighs;

While the winds are blowing

And the camp fires leap,

Father's homeward rowing,

Sleep, my papoose, sleep.


Sleep, my wee papoose

In the evening breeze,

I will guard you close

'Neath sheltering trees;

While the coyote's wails

Cross the lone hills sweep,

Sleep while daylight fails,

Sleep, my papoose, sleep

[1] From the Algonquian “papoose,” meaning “child.”