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LITTLE DAISY.
Oh! sweet little Daisy, I'm sighing for you,
With thy fair auburn tresses and eyes of true blue.
Let me go where I will, I can never forget,
The brightest of summers, with no thorn of regret.
Oil! my love for the friends of the sweet long ago,
In mem'ry's fair garland, still in beauty may glow;
Like the breath of sweet flowers, their shadows may fall,
Yet sweet little Daisy is dearest of all.
With thy fair auburn tresses and eyes of true blue.
Let me go where I will, I can never forget,
The brightest of summers, with no thorn of regret.
Oil! my love for the friends of the sweet long ago,
In mem'ry's fair garland, still in beauty may glow;
Like the breath of sweet flowers, their shadows may fall,
Yet sweet little Daisy is dearest of all.
Then come to me, Daisy, for my heart calls for you.
Oh! come in thy beauty with thy eyes of true blue.
Without you, love's circle would be incomplete,
But with you the bitters of this life would seem sweet.
Oh! the pleasures, fair Daisy, of the long ago,
In mem'ry's fair garland still in beauty may glow;
Like music's sweet strains, their shadows may fall,
But the hour I met Daisy is dearest of all.
Oh! come in thy beauty with thy eyes of true blue.
Without you, love's circle would be incomplete,
But with you the bitters of this life would seem sweet.
Oh! the pleasures, fair Daisy, of the long ago,
In mem'ry's fair garland still in beauty may glow;
Like music's sweet strains, their shadows may fall,
But the hour I met Daisy is dearest of all.