The beauties of this sweet June day.
In mem'ry, dear, it takes me back
Along life's sunny backward track
Just thirteen years, to a sweet June day
And a little cot, not far away,
Where roses bloomed, and song of bird
Throughout the livelong day was heard;
But never was this song so gay
As on that blissful, bright June day.
Within that little nut-brown cot,