<i>Air -- "Lily of the West"</i> <br /> <br /> <br />Come all you sympathizing friends, wherever you may be, <br />I pray you pay attention and listen unto me; <br />For it's of a fair young lady, she died, she went to rest, <br />She was called handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. <br /> <br />Her name was Maryette Myers, and her age I do not know, <br />Her cheeks were red as roses, her eyes were black as sloes; <br />She was loved by all surrounding friends, and some that loved her best, <br />They called her handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. <br /> <br />She was a fair young damsel as ever you wish to see, <br />And in the circle of her friends they miss her company; <br />They miss the merry laughter of that loved one gone to rest, <br />They called her handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. <br /> <br />She was before the looking glass, poor girl, her hair to comb, <br />She was taken blind, she nearly fell, she only gave a moan, <br />Her friends they caught her in their arms and laid her down to rest, <br />She was the handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. <br /> <br />She was away from home, and her mother dear had come <br />To see her darling daughter, her dear loving one; <br />She left a true lover, a lover with the rest, <br />That loved this handsome Maryette, the lily of the west. <br /> <br />"She was buried on her wedding day," these words a friend gave, <br />Her lover went as a mourner, a mourner to her grave, <br />His name was Forest Dilly, a young man over west, <br />He loved this handsome Maryette, the lily of the west.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maryette-myers/
