There is no flower, brother, howe’er so sweetly blooming,
But it will fade in night;
No sunny sky with beams so bright illuming,
But clouds may shade its light,
But oh! there is a sister’s love,
In sorrow’s night unfading,
That clouds of earthborn care or woe
Ne’er will its light be shading.
Chorus:
Oh! brother, then prize a sister’s devotion,