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POOR DROOPING MAIDEN |
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2 Poor, drooping maiden, sighing on a bright, bright summer s day,
The birds are out with songs and glee
And gladness lurks in bush and tree;
Where is thy. pure voice 'that once was so light and gay?
Come, roam the laughing hills!
Come, see the dancing rills!
Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay? |
3 Poor, drooping.maiden, sighing on a bright, bright summer's day,
The flowers are out upon the lea
And balmy winds arc on the sea;
Come, let thy sad heart warm in the sun's kind ray!
See how the reapers toil,
Gaily they've tilled the soil,
Come, let thy sad heart warm in the sun's kind ray! |
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