Now Charlie, he got married
To his Mary in the spring
When the trees were budding early
And the birds began to sing
But early in the autumn
When the fruit is in the wine
I'll return to you, my darling
From the river in the Pines
'T was early in the morning
In Wisconsin dreary clime
When he ruled the fatal rocket
For that last and fuedal time
They found his body lying
on the Rocky shore below
Where the silent water ripplets
And the whispering cedars blow
Now every raft or lumber
That's come down The chip away
There's a lonely grave that's visited
By drivers on their way
They plant the wild flowers upon it
In the morning fair and fine
'Tis the grave of two young lovers
from the river in the Pines
