A wamus is a type of jacket worn in America. The term is applied to several different types of upper-body garment.
One of the more consistent uses of wamus is to describe a fringed leather tunic that slips over the head. For early American pioneer families in the Southern United States, the buckskin (later, cloth) wamus was widely worn by young and pre-teen boys in the late 18th and very early 19th century. The wamus, if it opened down the front, was either laced shut or held closed with a belt, with dressier versions made from elk skin. If made from cloth, the wamus was dyed blue and trimmed with yellow fringe.
As worn by the Lakota people, the wamus was a ceremonial tunic which was coloured to represent the type of person the wearer was, as well as painted with mmemonic designs. Traditionally, if a warrior had scalped his enemy, he was allowed to trim his wamus with human hair cut from the heads of mourning women in addition to the cut fringe.
The wamus eventually came to describe a sleeved jacket or cardigan, typically with buttoned wristbands and a belt-like waistband, in which format, it was also sometimes called a roundabout.
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And the wind is spurned To the trees And spurning on your charms
And the ways are laughing on On your door And the man is coming all old
And when when the crime is over Who is safe Who is safe And who is gospel oak
On the glamorous night Each cragged end And the murderer core survived
From the tunes today It's sold your space And I don't know your crime
From the board is slain And honoured tall And the wind it is so cold
And they're dueling on a foreign race Foreign race Foreign raced it all
So make cupped to me now It's a long long lazy raves down streets' names
Don't give yer cap to me now From the raging cloth and the ranging klaxon changed
Raise down Your soul Your down In bloom Raise down Hear slay On and on Human race
Don't give up on me now No don't give up on me now Now now so alone