From the sheet music at The Library of Congress American Memory Collection:

BELL BRANDON
Words, T. Ellwood Garrett. Music, Francis Woolcott. 1854.

'Neath a tree by the margin of the woodland,
Whose spreading leafy boughs sweep the ground,
With a path leading thither o'er the prairie,
When silence hung her night garb around,
There often I have wandered in the evening,
When the summer winds are fragrant on the lea.
{There I saw the little beauty, Bell Brandon,
And we met 'neath the old arbor tree.} x4

Bell Brandon was a birdling of the mountain.
In freedom she sported on her wing;
And they said the life-current of the Red Man
Tinged her veins from a far distant spring.
She loved her humble dwelling on the prairie,
And her guileless happy heart clung to me,
{And I loved the little beauty, Bell Brandon,
And we both loved the old arbor tree.} x4

On the trunk of the aged tree I carved them;
Our names on the sturdy form remain.
But I now repair in sorrow to its shelter
And murmur to the wild wind my pain.
Oft I sit there in solitude repining
For the beauty-dream that night brought to me.
{Death has wed the little beauty, Bell Brandon,
And she sleeps 'neath the old arbor tree.} x4