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SONGS.
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ALICE GRAY.
She's all my fancy painted her,
She's lovely, she's divine;
But her heart it is another's,
She never can be mine.
Yet loved I as man never loved,
A love without decay;-
Oh! my heart—my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray.
Her dark brown hair is braided o'er
A brow of spotless white;
Her soft blue eye now languishes—
Now flashes with delight;
The hair is braided not for me,
The eye is turned away;
Yet my heart—my heart is breaking
For the love of Alice Gray.
I've sunk beneath the summer's sun,
And trembled in the blast;
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
The weary conflict's past.
And when the green sod wraps my grave,
May pity haply say,
"Oh ! his heart—his heart was broken
For the love of Alice Gray!"
