Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


      AIR -- "Belle Mahone"

Once there was a lady fair,
      With black eyes and curly hair,
She has left this world of care,
      Sweet Carrie Monro.


            Sweet Carrie Monro,
                  Dear Carrie Monro,
            And her friends will not forget
                  Sweet Carrie Monro.

Now those friends miss Carrie here,
      For she was loved both far and near,
She has left them all in tears,
      Sweet Carrie Monro.

Carrie's age was twenty-three,
      A married lady, too, was she --
A mournful parting had to be,
      From Carrie Monro.

It's just before her spirit fled
      Her husband stood by her bed;
"Prove faithful, birdie, to me," said
      Sweet Carrie Monro.

Sad will memory pass o'er
      That loved form that is no more --
She's waiting on the other shore,
      Loved Carrie Monro.

Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore,
ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).

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