Oh, Mary was a maiden 
When the birds began to sing 
She was fairer than the blooming rose 
So early in the spring 
Her thoughts were [bad word] and happy 
And the morning rare and fine 
For her lover was a river boy 
From the river in the pines 

Now Charlie, got married 
To his Mary in the spring 
When the trees were budding early 
And the birds began to sing 
But early in the autumn 
When the [bad word] is in the wine 
I'll return to you, my darling 
And the river in the pines 

It was early in the morning 
In Wisconsin's dreary clime 
When he rowed the lonely rapids 
For that last and fatal time 
They found his body lying 
On the rocky shore below 
Where the silent water ripples 
And the whispering cedars blow 

Now every raft or lumber  [bad word] down, the Chippeway 
There's a lonely grave that's 
visited by drivers on their way 
They plant the wild flowers on it 
In the morning fair and fine 
'Tis the grave of two young lovers 
From the river in the pines