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LITTLE NANNIE.
But this world, whose brightest day
Seems to us so dreary,
Nannie found all bright and gay,
Love-alight and cheery,—
Stayed a little while to play,
And went home unweary.
Seems to us so dreary,
Nannie found all bright and gay,
Love-alight and cheery,—
Stayed a little while to play,
And went home unweary.
When the summer-garden glows
With its blossoms many,
And we find a wee white rose
Lovelier than any,
We shall say, "How fair it grows!
This is little Nannie!"
With its blossoms many,
And we find a wee white rose
Lovelier than any,
We shall say, "How fair it grows!
This is little Nannie!"
