(George Poulton) As the blackbird in the spring 'Neath the willow tree Sat and piped I heard him sing Singing Aura Lee. Aura Lee, Aura Lee Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with Thee And swallows in the air. On her cheek the rose was born And music when she spake In her eyes the race of morn With sudden splendor break. Aura Lee, Aura Lee Maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with Thee And swallows in the air...
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