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