The River in the Pines

    Oh, Mary was a maiden
    When the birds began to sing
    She was sweeter than the blooming rose
    So early in the spring

    Her thoughts were gay and happy
    And the morning gay and fine
    For 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

    But early in the autumn
    When the fruit is in the wine
    I'll return to you, my darling
    From the river in the pines

    It was early in the morning
    In Wisconsin's dreary clime
    When he heard the fatal rapids
    For that last and fatal time

    They found his body lying
    On the Rocky shore below
    Where the silent water ripples
    And the whispering cedars blow

    Now every raft of lumber
    That comes down, the cheerful way
    There's a lonely grave that's
    visited by drivers on their way

    They plant wild flowers upon it
    In the morning fair and fine
    It's the grave of two young lovers
    From the river in the pines