Oh Mary was a maiden, the birds began to sing, she was fairer than the bloomin’, rose in early spring, Her thoughts were fair and happy, the mornin’ was gay and fine, her lover was a river boy from the river in the pines, Charlie he got married, to his Mary in the spring, when the trees were budding early, and the birds began to sing, Early in the autumn, when the fruit is in the wine, I’ll return to you my darlin’, from the river in the pines,
Early in the mornin’, Wisconsin’s dreary clime, where they rolled the fatal rapids, For the last and fatal time, They found their bodies lyin’ on, the rocky shore below, where the silent water rippled, and the whisperin’ cedars blow, Now every raft of lumber, that comes down the Chipewea, there’s a lonely grave that’s visited by the drivers on their way, They lay the wild flowers on, in the mornin’ fair and fine, its a grave of two young lovers, from the river in the pines,
Oh Mary was a maiden, and the birds began to sing, She was fairer than the bloomin’, rose in early spring,Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
