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40 BLUE GRASS BALLADS
A laughing maiden guides the boat;
Who-ee! Who-ee! She seems a fairy there afloat; The saucy mock-bird flying screams, The purling water glints and gleams, And 'mong the lilies, crushing through, The maiden drives her light canoe. Who-ee! Who-ee! Here lies the gum-canoe, And here's the laughing maiden In her dainty gown of blue.
Oh, that was long and long ago!
Who-ee! Who-ee! No longer there the lilies grow; The woods are gone, the mock-bird's flown; A bridge across the stream is thrown; Along the shores a city grew; The maiden's grave is 'neath the yew.
Where is the old canoe ?
And where the pretty maiden,
In her dainty gown of blue ?
No more the gold and crimson hints —
Who-ee! Who-ee! Of autumn there, the bank-side tints; The maiden's smile in memory lives;