On the banks of lake Lona

 On the banks of Lake Lona

by John Clare Stokes

On the banks of Lake Lona

I often do sit

And think of the lover

I'll never forget.

It was in the gone summer,

On Lona we'd drift

She wore the red flower

My humble love gift.

On the banks of Lake Lona

Three flowers now bloom

The memory fresh of the one

Taken all too soon.

O lady, sweet lady

Cause me to weep

I'm a sad lonely lover

These faded flowers I keep.

To the tune of On the Plains of Manassas by Bobby Horton