William Shakespeare Hays - The Maid of Avondale

1.
Where gently glides the wand'ring stream
Thro' meadows, field and grove,
Where flowers grew upon its banks,
I met the maid I love;
The stars put on their sweetest smiles,
The moon threw off her vail,
When first I met and dearly loved
The maid of Avondale.

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Sweet maid of Avondale,
Fair maid of Avondale,
O! brown-eyed, modest country lass,
Sweet maid of Avondale.

2.
She saw me, blushed, and hung her head,
As I was passing by,
I never would have paused at all,
But her roguish eye;
Love, long imprisoned in my heart,
Broke from its lonely jail,
And left the doors wide open to
The maid of Avondale.

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3.
Those sparkling eyes of hers looked down,
Her lips refused to speak,
She tossed her playful curls aside,
And let me kiss her cheek;
And then and there 'twas heart for heart,
Tomorrow I will sail
Across the sea, and take with me
The maid of Avondale.

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