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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
LUCIE LEE OF TENNESSEE.
I'll sing of dear old Tennessee,
In the days of long ago, And sing of lovely Lucie Lee,
As in the olden glow We floated down the rippling stream,
In my poplar-tree canoe, At evening-time, and lived the dream
And the song of lovers true.
Oh, Lucie Lee of Tennessee!
Though that was long ago, I love you still, and ever will,
Come to me weal or woe ; And yet again my song's refrain,
For you, my Lucie Lee, Will echoing ring, as I shall sing,
Along the Tennessee.
We rambled where wild flowers grew,
And we loved their sweet perfume; With them we decked the old canoe
Till it seemed to be in bloom; Amid the pinks and columbines,
As we sped the boat along, And 'mong the honeysuckle vines,
We sang love's sweetest song.