Collected by Merlin Mitchell Noah Mills
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler Lampia, Mo.
Sept. 11, 1950
Reel 73, Item 5
Little Nell of Narragansett Bay
Well do I remember my boyhood's happy hours,
The cottage and the garden, where bloom the fairest flowers,
The bright and sparkling waters o'er which we used to sail,
With hearts so gay from miles away, before the gentle gale.
I had a dear companion, but she's not with me how,
Lilies of the valley are waving o'er her brow,
And I am sad and lonely and weeping all the day,
For bright-eyed, laughing little Nell of Narragajasett Bay.
I And with her close beside me, what joy the foam to ride,
She laughed, oh, so merrily to see the waves go by,
While wildly blew the stormy winds, and murky was the sky.
The lightning flashed around us, and all was dark and drear,
We loved the brave old ocean and never dreamed of fear,
The bounded round us and darted through the spray,
'Twas bright-eyed, laughing little Nell of Narragansett Bay
One day from us she wandered and soon was in the boat,
The cords were quickly loosened and with the tide afloat,
The treacherous craft flew lightly before the drifting lines
While home and friends and all so dear was many miles behind
Next day her form, lifeless, was washed up on the beach,
I stood and gazed upon her, bereft of sense and speech,
'Tis years since we parted, and here I weep today
For bright-eyed, laughing little Nell of Narragansett Bay.
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