The Esquimaux Maid

 

The Esquimaux Maid 
A Song for Medium Voice by George Lowell 

Words by William H Gardner 

An Esquimaux maid

In seal skins arrayed,  

Was out giving her reindeers an airing.. . . . . . . 

When a young man polite,

Quickly swung in to sight,

With "Good morning Miss, how are you faring?"   

She glowed like a rose

In her Esquimaux clothes, 

And his heart like a birch tree did flutter. 

"Oh my dear Esquimaux,"

Then he said 

"Do you know 

Youre as  sweet as a pat of gold butter!" 

But stuck to her seat,

Saying "Thank you for thinking 

me nice Sir,-  

But the girls of this clime,

Must be wooed a long time,

For they live in country of ice, Sir!"