Source: Australian Melodist SongsterBEN BOLTO don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,Sweet Alice with hair so brown? She wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown; In the old church-yard, in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone. O don't you remember the wood, Ben Bolt, Near the green sunny slopes of the hill, Where oft we have sung 'neath its wide-spreading shade, And kept time to the click of the mill. They mill has gone to decay, Ben Bolt, And a quiet now reigns all around; See the rustic porch with its roses so sweet, Lies scattered and fallen to the ground. O don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, And the master so kind and so true, And the little nook by the clear running brook, Where we gathered the flowers as they grew, On the master's grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt, And of all the friends that were schoolmates then, There remains, Ben, but you and I. |