 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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POOR DROOPING MAIDEN.
[1]
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's dayAlone in sorrow all day long,
Thine eyes from light, thine ears from song;
Why are thy frail hands toiling the hours away?
Found in a dreary home,
Bound to a weary doom
Why are thy frail hands toiling the hours away!
CHORUS.
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day,—Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day.
[2]
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's dayThe flowers are out upon the lea
And balmy winds are on the sea
Come let thy sad heart warm in the sun's kind ray!
See how the reapers toil,
Gaily they've tilled the soil,
Come let thy sad heart warm in the suns kind ray!
CHORUS.
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day,—Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day.
[3]
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's dayThe birds are out with songs and glee
And gladness lurks in bush and tree
Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay?
Come roam the laughing hills!
Come see the dancing rills!
Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay?
CHORUS.
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day,—Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright bright summer's day.
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