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BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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Oh! how lovingly she leads me
Thro' old-time homestead halls, And halts where pictured faces
Of dead loved ones, on the walls Look down and smile upon us,
And give their welcome, too, While 'cross my face the shadow flies
Of grief that comes anew.
But come the days and go the days,
And we are happy there, For I love to watch those eyes of blue
And kiss the sunny hair ; And I'm proud to see her spring upon
Her mettled thoroughbred, And gallop through the woodlands,
Where the blue-grass carpet's spread.
She is blithe and bright and winsome,
But there will come a day When some lover of another kind
Will spirit her away, By the spell that wins these dear ones—
Aye, even such a pearl As this, my old heart's sweetheart;
My own Kentucky girl. |
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