"Eulalie" (1851)
Song
Written by Henry Sylvester Cornwell
Composed by Stephen C. Foster, 1826-1864

1.
Bluebirds linger here a while,
O'er this sacred grassy pile,
Sing your sweetest songs to me --
'Tis the grave of Eulalie.
Roses white, around her tomb
Gently wave and sweetly bloom,
Let your silent language be --
"We will bloom for Eulalie."
Let your silent language be --
"We will bloom for Eulalie."

2.
Streamlet, chanting at her feet
Mournful music, sad and sweet,
Wake her not, she dreams of me
'Neath the yew-tree, Eulalie!
Eulalie, but yesternight,
Came a spirit veiled in white;
I knew it could be none but thee,
Bride of Death, lost Eulalie.
I knew it could be none but thee,
Bride of Death, lost Eulalie.

3.
Angels, guard her with your wings,
Shield her from unholy things,
Bid her dream, love-dreams of me, --
Till I come, sleep, Eulalie!
Blue-birds, linger here awhile,
O'er this sacred grassy pile,
Sing your sweetest songs to me --
'Tis the grave of Eulalie.
Sing your sweetest songs to me --
'Tis the grave of Eulalie.