Big-hearted, kind and sweet;
But ne’er can I cease weeping,
Thinking of glad young days;
And the heart that long is sleeping
Where the Deer Creek grasses wave.
Chorus: She was happy, etc.
When he had finished, they cheered him and cheered;
He shook his head to this immense encore;
They would not stop; they simply whooped and cheered:
They loved his sentimental songs, but wore