Lay her where the woodbine clingeth
To the dark magnolia tree;
Where the breeze low music bringeth
From the bosom of the sea.
With a sorrowful devotion,
Lay her where sweet violets be;
Where the leaves keep gentle motion
To the breathing of the sea.
There, there lay her,
There, there leave her,
Our young Ella,
Ever blooming as the summer,
Ever humming like the bee;
We believed her some bright being,
From the land where souls are free.
O, she was so sweet and holy,
Mortal ne'er could lovelier be,
And she left us bright and slowly,
As the sunset leaves the sea.
Yes we've lost her,
Ever lost her,
Our fair Ella,
Music by N. Barker
ARTIST: Caroline Moseley
from The True Heart of Woman:
Nineteenth-Century Parlor Songs and Parlor Singers
Lecture/performance by Caroline Moseley
(Champaign: University of Illinois Press, 1993)
© Copyright 1993 by Caroline Moseley,
All rights reserved.
Digitized by Nathan Piazza
at the Digital Media Center,
Clemons Library, Univ. of Virginia