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