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Lilly Dale

Words and music by H.S. Thom(p)son

Song Lyrics

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

CHORUS:
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 trees, where the wild flow'rs grow
And the stream ripples forth thro' the vale,
Where the birds shall warble their songs in spring,
There lay poor Lilly Dale."

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