DREARY, dreary,

Fundy's mists are sweeping

Up the stricken vales of Westmoreland:

Weary, weary

Is my heart and weeping,

While the cold waves dash upon the strand.

FillËd, fillËd

Is the land with sorrow,

In loud wailing roars the angry sea:

StillËd, stillËd

Will they be to-morrow—

Summer notes, and murmurs on the lea....

Coldly, coldly

Blent with autumn mists lie

Eve's dark shadows 'pon the hills away;

Boldly, boldly,

Like a giant sentry,

Chapeau Dieu keeps vigil o'er the bay....

Lay me, lay me,

While the world is waking,

Down to dream on what has gone before;

Pray ye, pray ye,

Lest my heart be breaking,

God to bring her to my side once more....