DEAD AMONG STRANGERS.
Copyright, 1895, by F. J. Tierney.
Words by Wm, H. Gardner. Music by F. J. Tierney.
By the river stands a woman, shiv'ring in the cold night air,
And unto herself she murmurs, "I can end my sorrow there:
No one there will mock and scorn me, there my face I need not hide;"
And the poor girl soon was resting peaceful on the river's tide.
Dead among strangers, her story a secret,
None to forgive her, poor girl, for her fall;
Not one to whisper a sweet word of parting-
Only another heartbroken, that's all.
Floating in the morning sunshine, she was found by fishermen,
And unto their but they brought her, with her white face marked with pain.
Just a word was said above her, ere her form was laid away.
And the poor girl was forgotten ere the closing of the day.-Chorus.
He who caused her all her sorrow never knew where she was laid,
Never thought of reparation for the wasted life he'd made;
Fame and riches were his portion, fate her brightest smiles did lend,
But the hearts "across the river" trembled, thinking of his end.- Chorus.