Lilly Dale

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Lilly Dale  (1852) 
by H. S. Thompson

Originally published 1852 by Oliver Ditson, Boston. [Source: pages 49-51 of "Minstrel Songs, Old and New" (1883)]

'Twas a calm still night, and the moon's pale light,
Shone soft o'er hill and vale,
When friends with grief, stood around the death bed,
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale.

Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly,
Dear Lilly Dale,
Now the wild rose blossoms o'er her little green grave,
'Neath the trees in the flow'ry vale.

Her cheeks that once glowed, with the rose-tint of health,
By the hand of disease had turned pale,
And the death damp was on the pure white brow,
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale.


"I go," she said, "to the land of rest,"
And ere my strength shall fail,
I must tell you where, near my own loved home,
You must lay poor Lilly Dale.


Neath the chestnut tree; where the wild flow'rs grow,
And the stream ripples forth thru' the vale,
Where the birds shall warble their songs in spring,
There lay poor Lilly Dale.