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AURA LEA. 7
Bonnets she had plenty, and shawls could count by twen*-^, Still her refrain, as she walked the city fair,
Was—" I am tired of this duster, it puts me in a flustei -It's really too provoking—I've nothing to wear!" ,
I am tired of this duster, etc.
Dear papa, complaining, says there is no restraining
The extravagance in dress of his Wilhelmina fair; And then she'd coax and natter, and ask him how Las daughter
Could promenade the streets with nothing fit to wear! Bonnets she had plenty, and shawls could count by twenty,
Still her refrain, as she walked the city fair, Was—" I am tired of this duster, it puts me in a fluster—
It's really too provoking—I've nothing to wearl"
I am tired of this duster, etc. |
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AURA LEA. Sung by J. A. Herman.
When the blackbird, in the spring, •
On the willow-tree Sat and rocked, I heard him sing— Singing, " Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Aura Lea,
Maid of golden hair, Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the air."
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Chorus—Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maid of golden hair, Sunshine came along with thee, And swallows in the air.
In thy blush the rose was born;
Music, when you spake; Through thine azure eye the morn
Sparkling seemed to break. |
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