Traditional
Pinery Boy
"O father, o father, build me a boat
That down the Wisconsin I may float
And every raft that I pass by
There I will inquire for my sweet Pinery Boy"

As she was rowing down the stream
She saw three rafts all in a string
She hailed the pilot as they pass by
And there she did inquire for her sweet Pinery Boy

"O pilot, o pilot, tell me true
Is my sweet Willie among your crew?
Oh, tell me quick and give me joy
For none other will I have but my sweet Pinery Boy"

"Oh, auburn was the color of his hair
His eyes were blue and his cheeks were fair
And his lips were of a ruby fine;
Ten thousand times they've met with mine"

"O dear dear lady, he is not here
He's drownded in the dells I fear
'Twas at Lone Rock as we passed by
Oh, there is where we left your sweet Pinery Boy"

She wrung her hands and tore her hair
Just like a lady in great despair
She rowed her boat against Lone Rock
For a Pinery boy her heart was broke