Written by S. Dyer. Composed by H. Tucker.
Sadly now I make my mourn, breathing forth my life in sighs;
Minnie to the grave is borne, and my heart is where she lies.
Softly, freely fall the tears, sadly pass the hours away;
Nothing now my spirit cheers since they buried Minnie Gray.
Oh, the bliss almost divine, when her plighted love she gave;
Ah! how brief that joy was mine-flowers now bloom upon her grave.-Cho.
Now my heart with grief is riven, hopeless pass life's sands away;
But 'tis bliss to know in heaven I shall meet sweet Minnie Gray.-Chorus.