American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Maid Of Monterey

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17

MAID OF MONTEREY.
Copyright, 1880, by Miller & Beacham.

The moon was shining brightly
Upon the battle plain,
The gentle breeze fanned lightly
The features of the slain.
The guns had hushed their thunder,
The drum in silence lay,
When came the Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.
The guns had hushed their thunder,
The drum in silence lay,
When came the Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.

She cast a look of anguish
On dying and on dead;
Her lap she made the pillow
Of those who groaned and bled;
And when the dying soldier
For one bright gleam did pray,
He blessed the Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.
And when the dying soldier
For one bright gleam did pray,
He blessed the Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.

She gave the thirsty water,
And dressed the bleeding wound,
And gentle prayers she uttered
For those who sighed around;
And when the bugle sounded,
Just at the break of day,
We blessed the Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.
And when the bugle sounded,
Just at the break of day,
We blessed the Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.

For, though she loved her nation,
And prayed that it might live,
Yet for the dying foemen
She had a tear to give;
Then here's to that bright beauty,
Who drove death's pang away,
The meek-eyed Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.
Then here's to that bright beauty,
Who drove death's pang away,
The meek-eyed Senoretta,
The maid of Monterey.