Lyrics:

Oh, Mary was a maiden When the birds began to sing She was sweeter than the blooming rose So early in the spring Her thoughts were gay and happy And the morning gay and fine For her lover was a river boy From the river in the pines Now Charlie, he got married To his Mary in the spring When the trees were budding early And the birds began to sing But early in the autumn When the fruit is in the wine I'll return to you, my darling From the river in the pines It was early in the morning In Wisconsin dreary clime When he ruled the fatal rocket For that last and feudal time They found his body lying On the Rocky shore below Where the silent water ripples And the whispering cedars blow Now every raft or lumber That's come down, the chip away There's a lonely grave that's visited by drivers on their way They plant the wild flowers upon it In the morning fair and fine 'Tis the grave of two young lovers From the river in the pines