Lost Jimmy WhelanWatching the moonbeams as evening drew nigh All alone as I rambled, I spied a fair damsel Weeping and wailing with many a sigh. Weeping for one who is now lying lowly Mourning for one who no mortal can save As the foaming dark water flow gently about him Onward they speed over young Jimmy's grave. She cries, "Oh, my darling, please come to me quickly And give me fond kisses that oft-times you gave You promised to meet me this evening, my darling So now, lovely Jimmy, arise from your grave."
Slowly he rose from the dark, stormy waters
"Oh, Jimmy, why can't you tarry here with me
"One fond embrace, love, and then I must leave you
Slowly he rose from the banks of the river |