Pamme Swan
Pamme Swan


I've have always been smitten with the story of Sally Tucker in my beloved Sherburne Pictorial (page 27) who once lived in the Rexford Falls ravine of my hometown of Sherburne and practiced the ways of her Indian ancestors in the art of medicinal herb lore. Finally after finding the opened tuned chord progression. Her story came through for me in song.





Let me take you back to the old ravine

Where the moss grows north on a woodland tree

A babble brook a tansy fern

A spring water fall a sumac burn


My name is Eliza I would run from town

From the dirty streets to hike up my gown

I started at a rail, ended in the wood

An got good and lost as a silly girl could


Did I frighten you a voice did ask

 Silent as a deer willow wand at task

From where did you come was all I could say

She said follow me I will show you the way


She was one part color

One part white 

One part seminold

Four part pride

She found her heaven in the old ravine

Osceola Indian Queen


 A sin sick city she prevailed

She married four times then up the river she sailed

She landed here in ole  Chenango

Sherburne town became her home


An old canal boat crippled her man 

Yet she saved many lives with her healing hands

From her garden of yarbs  gardens so vast

Every night she lay down on a bed of ever last



Raspberry red and black

It's all understood 

Tokens can't come back

Many a child and weary folk

Sought out her words and the laughing way she spoke




Osceola brought me home

I return now and then when I can't be alone

 Black hair down bright eagle eye

She's as free as the four winds

Across the sunrise


Indian joy know no bounds

Creek mud tinctures and burdock crowns

When she died kindly hands above

Covered her with the the flowers 

She so dearly loved



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