River in the Pines

Oh, Mary was a maiden 
  When the birds began to sing 
  She was fairer than the blooming rose 
  So early in the spring 
  Her thoughts were gay and happy 
  And the morning rare and fine 
  For her lover was a river boy 
  From the river in the pines 

  Now Charlie, 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 
  And the river in the pines 

  It was early in the morning 
  In Wisconsin's dreary clime 
  When he rowed the lonely 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 or lumber 
  That's come down, the Chippeway 
  There's a lonely grave that's 
  visited by drivers on their way 
  They plant the wild flowers on it 
  In the morning fair and fine 
  'Tis the grave of two young lovers 
  From the river in the pines