The Ballad of Eleanor Cecilia Bailly
from Sing Till You Die by Yearbook Committee
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Based on the real-life story of Eleanor Cecilia Kinzie Bailly, later Mother Mary Cecilia, the second general superior of the Sisters of Providence of Saint Mary-of-the-Woods, Indiana.
lyrics
Oh lord, Eleanor Cecilia Bailly —
don't let them take the Ottawa out.
Your hair, your fire, your brown skin
all covered in black and white.
I knew your mother, face like a prayer.
They used to call her "the lily of the lakes."
Now she's a Christian, but she still wears her hair
tied up in a braid all hanging down her back.
November 1841 you left all your suitors behind.
They cried, Oh Eleanor, don't give it away!
but you went off to marry the Lord.
I knew your father, a strong-minded man,
he traded furs up in Canada.
Now he's a missionary but his hands
still bear the scars of a pioneer.
Mother Mary, so many sullen faces around.
They don't know quite what to do with you.
Delighted or indignant? they can't make up their mind
so you go upstairs and shut the door.
You were a lady, for whatever that's worth.
They used to call you "the belle of Detroit."
Now you're a mother who never gave birth
and a nurturing hand is not foremost in your mind.
don't let them take the Ottawa out.
Your hair, your fire, your brown skin
all covered in black and white.
I knew your mother, face like a prayer.
They used to call her "the lily of the lakes."
Now she's a Christian, but she still wears her hair
tied up in a braid all hanging down her back.
November 1841 you left all your suitors behind.
They cried, Oh Eleanor, don't give it away!
but you went off to marry the Lord.
I knew your father, a strong-minded man,
he traded furs up in Canada.
Now he's a missionary but his hands
still bear the scars of a pioneer.
Mother Mary, so many sullen faces around.
They don't know quite what to do with you.
Delighted or indignant? they can't make up their mind
so you go upstairs and shut the door.
You were a lady, for whatever that's worth.
They used to call you "the belle of Detroit."
Now you're a mother who never gave birth
and a nurturing hand is not foremost in your mind.
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Sing Till You Die,
released 04 March 2011
Music & lyrics: Christina Blust. Arranged and performed by Yearbook Committee.
Christina Blust: Vocals
Jon DaCosta: Vocals, Bucket
Travis Dillon: Vocals, Drums
David Goodier: Drums
Brad Lone: Vocals, Stairs
Rachel Rasley: Vocals
Music & lyrics: Christina Blust. Arranged and performed by Yearbook Committee.
Christina Blust: Vocals
Jon DaCosta: Vocals, Bucket
Travis Dillon: Vocals, Drums
David Goodier: Drums
Brad Lone: Vocals, Stairs
Rachel Rasley: Vocals
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