In the Western state of Arizona lived an indian maid
She was called the beautiful Anona so 'tis said
Graceful as a fawn was she, just as sweet as she could be
Eyes so bright, dark as night,
Had this pretty little Arizonian indian maid
All the chiefs who knew her, came to woo her, for her pined
To marry she declined, at last she changed her mind
But 'twas not a chief so grand who won her heart and hand
But a warrior bold who wooed her with a song

Chorus: My sweet Anona, in Arizona
There is no other maid I'd seranade
By camp fires gleaming - of you I'm dreaming
Anona my sweet indian maid

When her father heard that his Anona loved this youthful brave
Straightway he said he would disown her, things looked grave
She must marry 'heap big chief', sweet Anona hid her grief
Ran away, so they say,
And got married to the man she loved without delay
Then her father sought her, never caught her, till one day
When two years passed away, they both came back to stay
Then the Chief declared a truce when they named their young papoose
After him and to his grandchild he would say.

Written and composed by Vivian Grey & Robert A. King - 1903
Performed by Florrie Forde (1876-1940)
Performed by Maidie Scott (1887-1966)
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