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LOUIE LEE.
And at this dire they don't use pills, But make you hop when you are ill; They make you hop to cure the cramps, And lick you like a postage-stamp! |
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LOUIE LEE. Mafic by G. W. II. Griffin. Sung by Hooley's Minstrels.
As often at the close of day With Louie Lee I fain would stray, And while the pleasant hours away,
Beside the purling brook— 'Twas there we'd bide at eventide, And. watch the golden sunbeams glide,. As to their gilded coiich they hied, Receding while we'd look. Chorus—0 Louie Lee! I sigh for thee,
Though wandering here alone: There's naught now left to comfort me— I'm coming, coming home!
My heart would beat in numbers sweet "Whene'er we'd talk, whene'er we'd meet, And hours flew by on wings so fleet,
The time seemed, never long: She promised, with a gentle smile, My cares of life she would beguile, And make me happy all the while,
By sweet affection's song.
0 Louie Lee, etc.
• The wedding-day, for which I'd pray, Impatient at its long delay. For time with me seemed doomed to stay,
My anxious heart was given: At length it came, but not for me, For Death had wooed my Louie Lee— Far in a brighter w«rld they flee, To wed her soul in heaven.
0 Louie Lee, etc. |
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