| In the region where the roses always bloom,
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| Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume,
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| Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own,
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| For, I know my love for her will never die;
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| When the sun am sinking in dat golden west,
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| Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests,
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| And I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
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| Ever’y evening there along I sigh.
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| Chorus: ida! |
| sweet as apple cider,
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| Sweeter than all I know,
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| Come out! |
| in the silv’ry moonlight,
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| Of love we’ll whisper, so soft and low!
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| Seems as tho' can’t live without you,
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| Listen, please, honey do!
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| Ida! |
| I idolize yer
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| I love you, ida, 'deed I do. |