[Cover page: "Ben Bolt Or Oh! Don't You Remember"]
[Title page] "Ben Bolt, or Ah! Don't You Remember" (1848)
[Cover page:] Ballad
[Cover page:] Sung by Miss Clara Bruce
[Title page] As Sung by J. H. McCann
[Words by Thomas Dunn English, 1819-1902 (2 Sep 1843)]
Music by Nelson [F.] Kneass[, 1825-1868]

Louisville, KY: W. C. Peters
Cincinnati, OH: Peters, Field & Co.
[Source: pp. 30-34 from "Popular Songs of 
Nineteenth-Century America"]

1. 
Oh! don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt— 
Sweet Alice, with hair so brown; 
She wept with delight when you gave her a smile, 
And trembled with fear at your frown. 
In the old church yard, in the valley, Ben Bolt, 
In a corner obscure and alone, 
They have fitted a slab of ganite so gray, 
And sweet Alice lies under the stone.
  They have fitted a slab of ganite so gray, 
  And sweet Alice lies under the stone.

2. 
Oh! don’t you remember the wood,  Ben Bolt,
Near the green sunny slope of the hill;
Where oft we have sung ’neath its wide spreading shade,
And kept time to the click of the mill:
The mill has gone to decay, Ben Bolt,
And a quiet now reigns all around,
See the old rustic porch with its roses so sweet,
Lies scatter’d and fallen to the ground,
  See the old rustic porch with its roses so sweet,
  Lies scatter’d and fallen to the ground.


3. 
Oh! don’t you remember the school, Ben Bolt,
And the Master so kind and so true,
And the little nook by the clear running brook,
Where we gather’d the flow’ers as they grew.
On the Master’s grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt,
And the running little brook is now dry;
And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
There remains Ben, but you and I.
  And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
  There remains Ben, but you and I.