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LITTLE MAUD.
O where is our dainty, our darling,
The daintiest darling of all?
O where is the voice on the stairway,
O where is the voice in the hall?
The little short steps in the entry,
The silvery laugh in the hall?
O where is our dainty, our darling,
The daintiest darling of all,
Little Maud?
The daintiest darling of all?
O where is the voice on the stairway,
O where is the voice in the hall?
The little short steps in the entry,
The silvery laugh in the hall?
O where is our dainty, our darling,
The daintiest darling of all,
Little Maud?
The peaches are ripe in the orchard,
The apricots ready to fall;
And the grapes are dripping their honey
All over the garden-wall—
But where are the lips, full and melting,
That looked up so pouting and red,
When we dangled the sun-purpled bunches
Of Isabells over her head?
O rosebud of women! where are you?
(She never replies to our call!)
O where is our dainty, our darling,
The daintiest darling of all,
Little Maud?
The apricots ready to fall;
And the grapes are dripping their honey
All over the garden-wall—
But where are the lips, full and melting,
That looked up so pouting and red,
When we dangled the sun-purpled bunches
Of Isabells over her head?
O rosebud of women! where are you?
(She never replies to our call!)
O where is our dainty, our darling,
The daintiest darling of all,
Little Maud?
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