In Maryland

When it was Grandmother Barbara's day, We lived on a hill, and down below, Beyond the pasture and the trees, A river used to go.

The water was very wide and blue And deep, and my! it was a sight To see the ships go up and down, And all the sails were white.

And Grandmother Barbara used to wait Beside the window or the door. She never was too tired of it To watch the river any more.

And we could hardly see across, And the water was blue, as blue as the sky, And all day long and all day long We watched the little ships go by.