BY THE BANKS OF RED RIVER.

Words by E. E. Kidd. Music by La Hache.

Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,
And gone is her life’s dearest glory.
The tales of fond lovers unheeded pass by,
Her heart hears a single sad story,
How her gallant young hero fell asleep, and will never
Awake from his dream by the banks of Red River.

Chorus.—How her gallant young hero fell asleep, and will never
Awake from his dream by the banks of Red River.

How oft to the window she rushes to wait,
As though she expected his coming;
She lists, ah! she hears him swing open the gate,
And the song he was wont to be humming;
But she turns, ah! she feels he’s asleep and will never
Awake from his dream by the banks of Red River.
Chorus.

Ah, many a sun will awaken the morn,
All dressed in its radiant glory,
Ere the heart of the maiden shall ever be torn
From the woe of his sorrowful story,
For it bent—it has broke. Oh! God it will never
Arise from that grave by the banks of Red River.
Chorus.