By the shore of
Gitche Gumee, Mary,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Mary,
At the doorway of his wigwam, Mary,
In the pleasant Summer morning, Mary,
Hiawatha stood and waited, Mary.
All the air was full of freshness, Mary,
All the earth was bright and joyous, Mary,
And before him, through the sunshine, Mary,
Westward toward the neighboring forest, Mary,
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Mary,
Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Mary,
Burning, singing In the sunshine, Mary.
