Ben Bolt's Reply - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BEN BOLT'S REPLY. 
Oh, yes, I remember her name with delight, Sweet Alice, so cherished and dear; I seek her grave in the pale hour of night, And moisten the turf with a tear. And when the heart is o'erburdened with woes I wander and muse all alone, And long for the time when my heart shall repose Where sweet Alice lies, under the stone. 
I roam through the woods, where so joyous we've strayed, And recline on the green, sunny hill; All things are bright in that beautiful glade, But my heart is all lonely and chill. The hand that so fondly I pressed in my own, And the lips that were melting with love, Are cold in the grave and I am left all alone. Till I meet with sweet Alice above. 
Ah, well I remember the school-house and brook, And the master so kind and so true; The wild, blooming flowers in the cool, shady nook, As fragrant with incense and dew: But I weep not for thee, though so dear to my heart. Or the friends that have left me alone, The bosom will heave, and the tear-drop start, For sweet Alice lies under the stone.