ANNIE ADAIR.
"There's not in this wide world"
A maiden more fair
Than the one I love best,
My sweet Annie Adair!
A maiden more fair
Than the one I love best,
My sweet Annie Adair!
Soft, soft are her tresses
Of fair golden hue,
But more soft are her bright eyes
Of loveliest blue.
Of fair golden hue,
But more soft are her bright eyes
Of loveliest blue.
Her form 's like a sylph,
Her step's like a fawn,
As gayly she trips
Over meadow and lawn.
Her step's like a fawn,
As gayly she trips
Over meadow and lawn.
