A Jew named Yonkle FinklesteinWent out west one day;Just to shoot wild Indians,That's what the neighbors say.Didn't care a snap for home,Left his wife and little child;Met a pretty cowboy girlThen his Yiddish brain went wildTo his friends he sent a note,And this is what he wrote.
ChorusWestern life is fine and dandyI have got no kick;When I think of the pawnshop bus'nessOi, it makes me sick.Ev'ry time I see some IndiansI just kill a few,So I've changed my name from Finklestein
To Yonkle, the Cowboy Jew.
Now Yonkle made love to the girlThat he met out west;But she told her beau on him,And he then did the rest.With a shooter in his handCowboy made poor Yonkle dance;Then he yelled, "You Tenderfoot,Run while you have got the chance,"Yonkle then commenced to prayAnd swore he'd never say:
Even worse is the photo series someone created to publicize the song, showing "Yonkle" with his foot on a dead or captured American Indian. (This is from the Library of Congress site.)
Oi, indeed.
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