Sweet Alice From 1848

Remember Sweet Alice? (1848)

Oh don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown?
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile
And trembled with fear at your frown?

In the old church yard in the valley, Ben Bolt,
In a corner obscure and alone,
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray
And sweet Alice lies under the stone.

And don’t you remember the school, Ben Bolt,
And the master so mean and so cruel?
And the little nook by the clear running brook,
Where we gathered the flowers as they grew?

On the masters grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt,
And the running little brook is now dry,
And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
There remain, Ben, but you and I.

Oh don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice with hair so brown?
She wept with delight when you gave her a
smile and she trembled with fear at your frown.

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