Bonnie Eloise Composer(s): George W. Elliot; John R. Thomas Performer(s): The Sons of the Pioneers
O, sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides On its clear winding way to the sea And dearer than all storied streams on earth beside Is this bright rolling river to me
But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these Who charms where others all fail Is my blue-eyed, Bonny, Bonny Eloise The Belle of the Mohawk Vale
O, sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam Thro' my loved haunts now mossy and grey And dearer than all is my childhood's hallow'd home That is crumb'ling now slowly away
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