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ANNIE, DEAR, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Our mountain brooks were rushing
Last Line: Annie, dear.


I.

OUR mountain brooks were rushing
Annie, dear.
The Autumn eve was flushing,
Annie, dear;
But brighter was your blushing,
When first, your murmurs hushing,
I told my love outgushing,
Annie, dear.

II.

Ah! but our hopes were splendid,
Annie, dear,
How sadly they have ended,
Annie, dear;
The ring betwixt us broken,
When our vows of love were spoken
Of your poor heart was a token,
Annie, dear

III.

The primrose flowers were shining,
Annie, dear,
When, on my breast reclining,
Annie, dear!
Began our Mi-na-meala.
And many a month did follow
Of joy -- but life is hollow,
Annie, dear.

IV.

For once, when home returning,
Annie, dear,
I found our cottage burning,
Annie, dear;
Around it were the yeomen,
Of every ill an omen,
The country's bitter foemen,
Annie, dear.

V.

But why arose a morrow,
Annie, dear,
Upon that night of sorrow,
Annie, dear!
Far better, by thee lying,
Their bayonets defying,
Than live an exile sighing,
Annie, dear.





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