The Blue Juniata
Lyrics from History of the Pennsylvania Railroad Company: With Plan of Organization, Portraits of Officials and Biographical Sketches, Vol. I, 1895 p. 78
1. Wild roved an Indian girl, Bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata! Swift as an antelope Through the forest going, Loose were her jetty locks, In many tresses flowing. 2. Gay was the mountain song Of bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata. "Strong and true my arrows are, In my painted quiver, Swift goes my light canoe Adown the rapid river. 3. "Bold is my warrior good, The love of Alfarata, Proud waves his snowy plume Along the Juniata. Soft and low he speaks to me, And then, his war-cry sounding, Rings his voice in thunder loud, From height to height resounding." 4. So sang the Indian girl, Bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata. Fleeting years have borne away The voice of Alfarata; Still sweeps the river on— Blue Juniata!