Jeanie with Light Brown Hair
New York: 1854
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne , like a vapor on the summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes hermerry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er Oh!
I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die:
Sighing like the night winds and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again. Oh!
I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow
I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed,
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs have flown,
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore,
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more. Oh!
I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air.
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