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Christy's plantation melodies. 33
Her lips were like a cherry
Just blushing on the tree; Her voice, oh! it was merry
As fairies' song at sea.
Chorus. Oh ! a lovelier maid I never saw before ; With eyes so bright, Like stars at night, The Rose of Baltimore.
I've roved o'er many a billow,
Like a tameless mountain-child ; I've made the rock my pillow,
In the Arab desert wild: I've slept in the Peri's bower,
On Persia's dreamy shore, But I never found a flower,
Like the Hose of Baltimore.
Chorus. Oh! a lovelier maid, &c.
One night, when I was dreaming,
('Twas a dark and stormy night,) Her form, like moonlight gleaming,
Burst on my vision bright. I told her of my passion deep,
I tried to tell her more; But soon she vanished in my sleep—
The Rose of Baltimore.
Chorus. Oh! a lovelier maid, &c.
I often roam through Market Street,
As I have roamed before, But now, alas! I never meet
The Ptose of Baltimore. 'Tis true that there bright eyes still beam,
With Cupid's magic lore, But my heart is with its early dream,
The Rose of Baltimore.
Chorus. Oh! a lovelier maid, &c. |
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