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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
I loved a maid in Mexico,
A dark-eyed senorita, kind and sweet And tho' that was so long ago,
My heart is still a captive at her feet. Oft thro' her latticed balcony, and long,
I've watched her thrum the light guitar, i And heard her sing the gay bolero song, My love, my life, my Mexic star. I see her eyes, so dark and bright,
And hear her voice, so soft and low; 'Tis living in my soul tonight, With dreams of her and Mexico.
She's waiting there, in Mexico,
My dark-haired maid, my sweetheart, fond and true; She'll wait for me, where 'er I go,
With love as pure and fresh as honey-dew. Her great black eyes, so tender and so deep,
Will watch for me, and brightly beam To hear my name, and faithfully she'll keep Her troth, as fair as angel's dream. So come, fair fortune, come to me;
I long to go, I long to go, Across the land and Southern sea, To dear Inez, in Mexico.