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JEANIE WITH THE LIGHT BROWN HAIR |
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I long for Jeanie, with the gay dawn smile, Radiant in gladness, warm with winning
guile; I hear her melodies, like joys gone by, Sighing round my heart o'er the fond
hopes that die:— [like the rain, — Sighing like the night-wind and sobbing Wailing for the lost one that comes not
again: [low,
Oh! I long for Jeanie and my heart bows Never more to find her where the bright
waters flow. |
I sigh for Jeanie.but her light form strayed Far from the fond-hearts round her native
glade; [songs flown,
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet Flitting like the dreams that have cheered
us and gone. [on the shore,
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither While her gentle fingers will cull .them
no more; ' [hair,
Oh! I sigh for Jeanie, with the light brown. Floating, like a vapor, on the sOft,sum.mer
air. |
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