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Aura Lee
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As the blackbird in the spring,
'neath the willow tree,
Sat and piped, I heard him sing,
Sing of Aura Lee.
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Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
Maid with golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the
air.
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In her blush the rose was born,
'twas music when she spake.
In her eyes the light of morn,
Sparkling seemed to
break.
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Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
Maid with golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the
air.
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Aura Lee, the bird may flee,
The willow's golden hair,
Then the wintry winds may be,
Blowing everywhere.
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Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
Maid with golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the
air.
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Yet if thy blue eyes I see,
Gloom will soon depart.
For to me, sweet Aura Lee,
Is sunshine to the heart.
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Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
Maid with golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the
air.
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Fosdick/Poulton
Midi: Aura Lee
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