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MAUD LEE.
I gaze on thy picture to-night, Maud Lee,
In thy young and innocent joy,
And my heart beats fast as I gaze, Maud Lee,
But it beats without alloy.
Fair and lovely is thy face, Maud Lee,
Fair and lovely to-night;
Smooth and red is the blush, Maud Lee,
That flits o'er thy cheek so bright.
In thy young and innocent joy,
And my heart beats fast as I gaze, Maud Lee,
But it beats without alloy.
Fair and lovely is thy face, Maud Lee,
Fair and lovely to-night;
Smooth and red is the blush, Maud Lee,
That flits o'er thy cheek so bright.
Soft are thy beautiful curls of brown,
That droop on thy shoulders low,
And I seem to hear to-night, Maud Lee,
Thy lisping words in the sunset's glow.
Once I loved thy fair face, Maud Lee,
And basked in thy cheerful smiles,
And listened with quick and fond delight,
And laughed at thy maiden wiles.
That droop on thy shoulders low,
And I seem to hear to-night, Maud Lee,
Thy lisping words in the sunset's glow.
Once I loved thy fair face, Maud Lee,
And basked in thy cheerful smiles,
And listened with quick and fond delight,
And laughed at thy maiden wiles.
I offered thee once this noble heart,
And sued for thy fair hand,
And sued for thy fair hand,
