Miss Mary

I miss Miss Mary fum de place;
She take the blossom track;
I 'fraid de river steal her face
En den won't give it back!

Fer ever' time she pass
I heah de river say:
" Miss Mary, heah's yo' lookin'-glass —
I wish you look dis way! "

I miss Miss Mary fum de place;
De sun done gone ter bed;
De red rose 'low he lonesome now —
De lily hang her head.

En ever'whar she pass
I heah dem wil' flowers say:
" Heah's a dewdrap fer yo' lookin'-glass —
Miss Mary, look dis way! "
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