River In The Pines

Oh Mary was a maiden
The birds began to sing
She was fairer than the bloomin'
Rose in the 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

Now 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 ripples
And the whisperin' cedars blow

Now every raft of lumber
That comes down the Chippewa
There's a lonely grave that's visited
By the drivers on their way
They plant the wild flowers on
In the mornin' fair and fine
'Tis the grave of two young lovers
From the river in the pines

Oh Mary was a maiden
The birds began to sing
She was fairer than the bloomin'
Rose in early spring