Come all young men and maidens, attention to my rhyme,
'Tis of a fair young damsel, the fairest of her clime;
More beauteous than the lily, or rose at early dawn,
And known as lovely Caroline, of Edinboro' town.
Young Henry was a noted man, and courting her he came,
But this her parents quite opposed and 'gainst him did declaim;
So as he was a wicked one he unto her did say:
Arise, my lovely Caroline, and with me haste away.
We'll flee away to London, and there we'll wed with speed,
And there together we will find true happiness indeed;
Thus being enticed by Henry, to none she made it known,
And away went lovely Caroline, of Edinboro' town.
Away o'er hills and mountains together they did roam,
And finally reached London, far from her happy home;
She said: My dearest Henry, you must not on me frown,
Or you'll break the heart of Caroline, of Edinboro' town.
They had not been in London much more than half a year,
Before hard-hearted Henry proved cruel and severe;
He said he went to see her friends and they did on him frown,
So beg your way without delay to Edinboro' town.
Much grieved, and finding no relief, this damsel she did go
Out to the woods to pluck such fruit as on the bushes grow;
Some strangers saw and pitied her and some on her did frown,
And some did say: Why did you stray from Ediuboro' town?
She hastened to the river side and there sat down to cry,
Unheedful of the many ships as they were passing by;
Then with a scream for Henry she plunged into the main,<
And away floated Caroline, of Edinboro' town.
Now all you tender parents ne'er try to part true love,
For sure you'll see in some degree the ruin it will prove;
Likewise, young men and maidens, ne'er on your true love frown.
Think of the fate of Caroline, of Edinboro' town