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The Celebrated Story of the Arkansas Traveller, With Music for Violin or Piano

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To a churchyard he came—oh, what brought him tnere,
Lost Don Giovanni? The commandant's stone statue it made him stare, Like Washington's statue at Union Square,
With his saddle, bridle, falchion, truncheon— "Give me a call," said Don Giovanni.
To call on Giovanni the statue wasn't slow,
Bold Don Giovanni. "Will you sup with me, Mr. Statue ?" said he. It cried, "No, For you must sup with me in the regions below,
Off my brimstone, sulphur, pitch-o, smoke-o !"— "I'll be d------d if I do!n cried Giovanni.
Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew, ' And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gi'ed me her promise true— Gi'ed me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be, And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snow-drift, Her neck is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on—
That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e'e;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie, etc.
Like dew on the gowan lying, Is the fa' o' her fairy feet;
And like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet—
Her voice is low and sweet, And she's a' the world to me:
And for bonnie Annie Laurie, etc.
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