AMOS HENRY CHANDLER
DREARY, dreary,Fundy's mists are sweepingUp the stricken vales of Westmoreland:Weary, wearyIs my heart and weeping,While the cold waves dash upon the strand.Fillëd, fillëdIs the land with sorrow,In loud wailing roars the angry sea:Stillëd, stillëdWill they be to-morrow—Summer notes, and murmurs on the lea....Coldly, coldlyBlent with autumn mists lieEve's dark shadows 'pon the hills away;Boldly, boldly,Like a giant sentry,Chapeau Dieukeeps vigil o'er the bay....Lay me, lay me,While the world is waking,Down to dream on what has gone before;Pray ye, pray ye,Lest my heart be breaking,God to bring her to my side once more....
DREARY, dreary,Fundy's mists are sweepingUp the stricken vales of Westmoreland:Weary, wearyIs my heart and weeping,While the cold waves dash upon the strand.Fillëd, fillëdIs the land with sorrow,In loud wailing roars the angry sea:Stillëd, stillëdWill they be to-morrow—Summer notes, and murmurs on the lea....Coldly, coldlyBlent with autumn mists lieEve's dark shadows 'pon the hills away;Boldly, boldly,Like a giant sentry,Chapeau Dieukeeps vigil o'er the bay....Lay me, lay me,While the world is waking,Down to dream on what has gone before;Pray ye, pray ye,Lest my heart be breaking,God to bring her to my side once more....
DREARY, dreary,Fundy's mists are sweepingUp the stricken vales of Westmoreland:Weary, wearyIs my heart and weeping,While the cold waves dash upon the strand.
DREARY, dreary,
Fundy's mists are sweeping
Up the stricken vales of Westmoreland:
Weary, weary
Is my heart and weeping,
While the cold waves dash upon the strand.
Fillëd, fillëdIs the land with sorrow,In loud wailing roars the angry sea:Stillëd, stillëdWill they be to-morrow—Summer notes, and murmurs on the lea....
Fillëd, fillëd
Is the land with sorrow,
In loud wailing roars the angry sea:
Stillëd, stillëd
Will they be to-morrow—
Summer notes, and murmurs on the lea....
Coldly, coldlyBlent with autumn mists lieEve's dark shadows 'pon the hills away;Boldly, boldly,Like a giant sentry,Chapeau Dieukeeps vigil o'er the bay....
Coldly, coldly
Blent with autumn mists lie
Eve's dark shadows 'pon the hills away;
Boldly, boldly,
Like a giant sentry,
Chapeau Dieukeeps vigil o'er the bay....
Lay me, lay me,While the world is waking,Down to dream on what has gone before;Pray ye, pray ye,Lest my heart be breaking,God to bring her to my side once more....
Lay me, lay me,
While the world is waking,
Down to dream on what has gone before;
Pray ye, pray ye,
Lest my heart be breaking,
God to bring her to my side once more....