Annie Lisle

Down where the waving willows 'Neath the sunbeams smile, Shadow'd o'er the murm'ring waters Dwelt sweet Annie Lisle; Pure as the forest lily, Never tho't of guile Had its home within the bosom Of sweet Annie Lisle.

Chorus: Wave willows, murmur waters, Golden sunbeams, smile!

Sweet came the hallow'd chiming Of the Sabbath bell, Borne on the morning breezes Down the woody dell.

On a bed of pain and anguish Lay dear Annie Lisle, Chang'd were the lovely features, Gone the happy smile.

"Raise me in your arms, O Mother; Let me once more look On the green and waving willows And the flowing brook.