Jack and Maye.
Jack and Maye, swe thearts were they,
And they were engaged to be wed.
Many the promise they had made,
Many the love word had said.
But as lovers do, they quarreled one day.
She bade him not come any more.
She brought him his hat, he started away,
But lingered to say at the door:
Tie up those old broken cords,
And let us be lovers again.
For you know that I love you darling.
To part from you gives me pain.
Remember the vows of long ago,
That faithful, we would not forget.
So let us forget, and make up, my pet-
Make up and be lovers again.
Years rolled by and neither were wed,
Still all of his pleadings were vain.
But one bright day poor Jack was found dead.
'Twas all of her bridals disdain,
Two lives have been wrecked-
She loved but too late-she goes to his grave every day.
She can't tell you why, but seems 'tis her fate,
The wind seems to whisper and say: