On the banks of the Schuylkill so pleasant and gay
There blessed with my true love I spent a short day
Where the sun shed its rays through the mulberry tree
And the stream formed a mirror for my true love and me
On a lone spot of clover we sit ourself down
Not enemying the greatest of monarchs at crown
My name in the sand with his finger he drew
And swore by the stream he would ever prove true
But should I believe the great pride pride of my fair
I gazed on his face while he played with my hair
But now all those innocent pleasures are o'er
And the murmuring river can please me no more
Since the banks of the Schuylkill has lost all its charms
And the soldiers have tore my dear boy from my arms
But should I ever clasp him again to my heart
No more shall my true love and I ever part
No more shall the wars take my true love away
And the banks of the Schuylkill shall ever be gay