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In winter time ’tis sad and dreary

For to gaze on stormy Erie,

But here in summer time this port

It is a fashionable resort,

For then it is always cheery

For to gaze upon Lake Erie.

Or on the steamer you can sail

All independent of the gale,

Or here the youth can ply the oar

And view the fast receding shore,

And be happy with his dearie

On the bosom of Lake Erie.

No one here need ever weary

On the borders of Lake Erie,

With quadrille parties at Stanley

And games and sports all so manly,

Or bathe in waves with friends near thee,

You fear no storms of Lake Erie.