"Cora Dean"

   1
Near the broad Atlantic waters
 Roaming the woodlands green
'Mid Lond Islands lovely daugters
 Fairest of all was Cora Dean

    2
Soft her voice as liquid measure
 Heard when the steamlets move
While her eyes of tender azure
 Glowed with the winning beams of love

    3
When the summer beams are dying
 Bourn o'er the deep dark wave
Then The winds in dirges sighing
 Murmurs with sorrow round her 
       grave