"And ither schippes bring salt and ore,
And some bring hams and sides,
And some bring garden truck gillore—
But none brings pelt and hides!
Where can my Willie's schooner be—
O waly, waly! woe is mee!"
So wailed ye faire Chicago maide
Upon ye shady shore,
And swounded oft whiles yt she prayed
Her loon to come oncet more,