Collected by Gladys McChristian
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Gladys McChristian
July 16, 1958
Reel 246, Item 12
In a sunny south land lies a city,
Embraced by its gulf and its bay;
Its mansions and towers constructed
Of stone, steel, iron, and clay.
Where beauty and pleasure shone brightly
On oceans of flowers and peace,
Slept sweetly in the lonesome of harbor,
Slept sweetly in the lonesome of peace.
Oh, who could forget the destruction
Of home as it lay on that day?
September the eighth, nineteen hundred,
Galveston was swept by her bay.
The sun rose a veil o'er the city,
The winds had betaken a storm;
The signal of danger was hoisted,
But the people, they felt no alarm.
So she whirled about hither and thither,
A scene of gay pleasure bent;
A cyclone arose in the distance,
And crowded the deep continent.
Next morning in pity and mercy
The glad sun looked down with a smile
Upon the dead hundreds and thousands,
Swept down on a Galveston night,
Where fathers and mothers were parted,
And children swept out in the bay;
Oh, God, may their souls rest in heaven,
Wherever their bodies may lay.
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