Pinery Boy

"O father, o father, build me a boat

That down the Wisconsin I may float

And every raft that I pass by

There I will inquire for my sweet Pinery Boy"

As she was rowing down the stream

She saw three rafts all in a string

She hailed the pilot as they pass by

And there she did inquire for her sweet Pinery Boy

"O pilot, o pilot, tell me true

Is my sweet Willie among your crew?

Oh, tell me quick and give me joy

For none other will I have but my sweet Pinery Boy"

"Oh, auburn was the color of his hair

His eyes were blue and his cheeks were fair

And his lips were of a ruby fine;

Ten thousand times they've met with mine"

"O dear dear lady, he is not here

He's drownded in the dells I fear

'Twas at Lone Rock as we passed by

Oh, there is where we left your sweet Pinery Boy"

She wrung her hands and tore her hair

Just like a lady in great despair

She rowed her boat against Lone Rock

For a Pinery boy her heart was broke