Ben Boyd's Tower

Ben Boyd's Tower is watching— Watching o’er the sea; Ben Boyd’s Tower is waiting For her and me. We do not know the day, We do not know the hour, But we know that we shall meet By Ben Boyd’s Tower. Moonlight peoples Boyd Tower, Mystic are its walls; Lightly dance the lovers In its haunted halls. Ben Boyd’s Tower is watching— Watching o’er the foam; Ben Boyd’s Tower is waiting Till the “Wanderer” comes home. O! he lay above us— High above the surf— Finger-nails and toe-caps Digging in the turf. We do not know the day, We do not know the hour, But Two and Two shall meet again By Ben Boyd’s Tower. There’s an ancient dame in Eden— Basket on her arm— And she goes down the Main Street From the old, old farm. Hood drawn on her forehead— Withered dame and grey— She never looks on Boyd Tower Out across the Bay. Bright eyes in the ballroom, Coquetting with two, Just for love of mischief, As a girl will do. A quarrel in the bar-room— All within the hour— And four men rode from Boyd Town To Ben Boyd’s Tower.