She Was Bred in Old Kentucky

She Was Bred in Old Kentucky.
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When a lad I stood one day
By a cottage far away:
And that grand, day to me all nature seemed more
For my Sue, with blushes red,
Had just promised me to wed.
And I’d came to ask her mother for her hund.
As I told the old, old tale.
Of my love it ne’er could fail.
The gray haired mother stroked her daughter’s bend.
And I faneled I could trace
Just a tear on her kind face.
As she placed my sweetheart’s hand in mine and said:

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“She was bred in old Kentucky.
Where the meadow grass in shine.
There is sunshine of her country
In her face and manner, too;
She was bred in old Kentucky.
Take her. Ind, you’re mighty picky.
When you jurry a girl like Sue.”

Many years have passed away
Since that well-remembered nay
When to th that old Kentucky horne I came,
And my linppiness through life
Was my sweetheart, friend, and wife,
For the sunshine of her heart remained the same.

I an sitting all alone
In a pince we’ve long calle i honte.
For yesterday my during passed away.
And in tears I think with foy
Of that day when but a boy
That I took her hand and heard her motiter say:
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