Lyrics by Dr. Thomas Dunn English
Oh don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt
Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile
And trembled with fear at your frown.
In the old church yard in the valley, Ben Bolt
In a corner obscure and alone
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray
And sweet Alice lies under the stone
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray
And sweet Alice lies under the stone
Oh don’t you remember the wood, Ben Bolt
Near the green sunny slope of the hill
Where oft we have sung beneath its wide spreading shade
And kept time to the click of the mill?
The mill has fone to decay, Ben Bolt
And a quiet now reigns all around
See, the old rustic porch, with its roses so sweet
Lies scattered and fallen to the ground
See, the old rustic porch, with its roses so sweet
Lies scattered and fallen to the ground
And don’t you remember the school, Ben Bolt
And the master so kind and so true,
And the little nook by the clear running brook,
Where we gathered the flowers as they grew?
On the masters grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt,
And the running little brook is now dry,
And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
There remain, Ben but you and I,
And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
There remain, Ben but you and I,
From By the Shores of Silver Lake
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