’Tho cruel time for many years has shed
The snows of age upon each noble head.
One Charley Bartlow was then young and gay,
Kind hearted, cheerful, nice to old and young;
His voice and heart were tuned up night and day;
And to this crowd most willingly was sung.
Many the quaint and jolly songs he knew;
He loved to sing; folks loved to hear him too.
“Susanna” first he sang for them that night;
The way they listened told that it was sweet;