Gentle Annie.

Gentle Annie.
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Thou wilt come no more, gentle Anniet
Like a flower thy spirit did depart.
Thou art gone, alns, like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

Chorus
Shall we never more behold thee,
Never hear thy winning volce again.
When the springtime comes, gentle Annie.
When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

We have roamed and loved ‘mid the flowers.
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom,
Now I stand alone ‘mid the flowers.
While they mingle their perfumes o’er thy tomb.
Chorus.

Ah! the hours grow and while I ponder
Near the allent spot where
And my heart thou art fald. w down when I bows wander
Through the helds and the meadows where we
strayed,
Chorus.