| The Planter's Daughter | |
| When night stirred at sea, | |
| An the fire brought a crowd in | |
| They say that her beauty | |
| Was music in mouth | |
| And few in the candlelight | 5 |
| Thought her too proud, | |
| For the house of the planter | |
| Is known by the trees. | |
| Men that had seen her | |
| Drank deep and were silent, | 10 |
| The women were speaking | |
| Wherever she went - | |
| As a bell that is rung | |
| Or a wonder told shyly | |
| And O she was the Sunday | 15 |
| In every week. |
