"Gentle Annie"

Gentle Annie
Thou wilt come no more gentle Annie
 Like a flower thy spirit did depart
Thou are gone, alas! Like the many
 That have bloomed in the summer of my heart

Chorus. —  Shall we never more behold thee
     Never hear that winning voice again
    When the spring time comes, gentle Annie
     When the wild flowrs are scattered
                     o'er the plain.
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    3.
Ah my he
Ah the hours grow sad while I ponder
 Near the silent spot where thou art laid
And my heart bows down when I wander
 By the streams and the meadows when
      we strayed.
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    2.
We have roamed and loved mid the 
     bowers
                     were
 When thy downy cheeks was in their
     its bloom
Now I steal alone mid the flowers
 While they mingle their perfumes o'er
     thy tomb
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