An "Old Farmer" wrote to the Republican Journal of Belfast, Maine, early in 1896 to reminisce about the area in the 1840s:

"The young people knew very few songs in those days, but many had good voices and perhaps could sing a verse or two. About all I can remember of the old-time songs are:

"Bonny [sic] is gone from the wars of all fighting,
He has gone to the place he never took delight in,
Ah, there he may sit down and tell the sights he saw, ah,
While forlorn he doth morn on the Isle of St. Helena.

"Louisa doth mourn for her husband departed,
She dreams when she sleeps and she wakes broken-hearted,
Not a friend to console, even those that night with her,
For she mourns when she thinks on the Isle of St. Helena.

"A few verses of the old songs, Banks of Brandywine, and The Constant Farmer's Son are [also] recalled."