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BEN BOLT.
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old church - yard, in the val - ley, Ben Bolt,

mill - wheel has fal - len to piec - es, Ben Bolt,

grows on the mas - ter's grave, Ben Bolt,

Twelve - months twen - ty have passed, Ben Bolt,


In a cor - ner ob - scure and a - lone;

The raf - ters have turn - bled in,

The spring of the brook is dry,

Since first we were friends — yet I hail


They have fit - ted a slab of the gran - ite so gray. And sweet

And a qui-et that crawls round the walls as you gaze. Has

And of all the boys who were school - mates then, There are

Thy presence a bless - ing, thy friendship a truth, Ben


Al - ice lies un - der the stone, - der the stone,

fol - lowed the old - en din, - en din.

on - ly you and I, and I.

Bolt of the salt sea gale, sea gale.