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There’s a bright-eyed maid comes thro’ the garden gate,
Light as the wild roe bounding,
O! well I know she is our darling Kate,
For her voice in my heart is sounding;
And her light merry laugh, so mellow, soft, and clear,
On summer breezes ringing,
Like a silver bell strikes on the ravished ear,
And flow’rs ’neath her feet are springing.
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Darling, darling, darling little Kate,
Fair as the star of morning,
Thine this heart, whatever be my fate,
Till the lamp of life cease burning. |
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Her radiant face is seen amid the trees,
Bright as the sunlight beaming,
Her fragrant breath gives odor to the breeze,
And her eyes like twin stars are beaming;
And bright aereal forms upon her smiles await
On morn’s bright pinions soaring,
They come to greet our darling little Kate,
Her angel form adoring.
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Her raven curls hang o’er a neck of snow,
Bath’d in the sunbeams brightness,
Her peachlike cheek with modest blushes glow,
And her brow shames the lily’s whiteness;
O! were I possess’d of India’s vast estate,
Or the fabled wealth of story,
I’d give them all for darling little Kate,
Our own bright Morning-glory.
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