THE OLD SUSQUEHANNA.
By J. F. McDermott, of Scranton, Pa.
There is a little cot that's as pleasant as can be,
And it stands on the banks of Susquehanna;
Where the wild flowers bloom, end the humming birds sing.
There dwells my sweet Loliauna.
She's fair as the East, she's lovely its the dawn,
She's graceful as the old Susquehanna;
She's my ideal of an angel on the earth,
She's the idol of my heart-Loliauna.
She is not a lady of high degree,
She is but a wood-cutter's daughter;
But her father's little cot seems a palace to me.
In its nook by the swift running water.-Chorus.
She bathes her check in the morning flew,
A deep place in the stream is her mirror;
Wild flowers rare are the jewels in her hair,
And her carriage is a boat on the river.-Chorus.
This little water-nymph did steal my heart away,
When I met her by the old Susquehanna;
And now my only pleasure is along its banks to stray,
And murmur the name of Lolianua.-Chorus.
This goddess of the stream is as lovely as a queen,
And yet I dare not speak my love unto her;
For she's proud as any lady this land has ever seen,
And I fear she'll not allow me to woo her.-Chorus.
If I were a fish I would swim beside her boat,
As she sailed on the old Susquehanna;
If I were the wind, as I tilled her little sail,
I would play with the curls of Lolianua.-Chorus.
If she will allow me a favor'd lover's right
To row her on the old Susquehanna,
I'll sing with her by day, I'll dream of her by night,
Till at last I win the heart of Lolianna.-Chorus.
Then I'll build a boat in which we two can float,
And I'll launch it on the old Susquehanna;
And if she'll be my wife, she shall steer our boat for life.
My guiding star, my darling, Lolianna.-Chorus.