Walker was an Indian lad,
shyest of all that thrived.
Though all the Indian maidens
wanted to be his bride.
Now he didn't care for women,
his life was free and gay.
But every time the moon came out,
you'd hear the maidens say...
Wahoo, wahoo, wahoo
Wahoo, won't you say
you love me too?
Wahoo had no peace of mind,
they wouldn't let him alone
No matter where he would go,
the maidens tagged along
This went on for many moons,
Wahoo grew up one day
And what a heap big change
it was to hear the maiden say
Oh, turn me loose
You're just like an old wild moose
He shot the maidens all aligned
and left them alone in grief
Until he started cheating
the daughter of the chief
Chief got out his tomahawk
and he run for Wahoo down
Then there was a heap, big weight,
and he had to settle down
Wahoo! Wahoo got a brand
up on his high
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