Sweet Belle Mahone


H. J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., N. Y.

Sweet Belle Mahone.

Soon beyond the harbor bar
Shall my bark be sailing far;
O’er the world I wander lone,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
O’er thy grave I weep good-bye—
Hear, oh, hear my lonely cry;
O, without thee what am I,
Sweet Belle Mahone?

Lonely like a withered tree,
What is all the world to me?
Life and light were all in thee,
Sweet Belle Mahone!
Daisies pale are growing o’er
All my heart can e’er adore;
Shall I meet thee, ever more,

Calmly, sweetly, slumber on,
(Only one I call my own!)
While in tears I wander lone,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
Faded now seems everything,
But when comes eternal Spring,
With thee I’ll be wandering,

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