| On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn
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| With her sweetheart by her side
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| Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain
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| «We must stay home, Joe,» she cried
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| «There's a picnic, too, at the old Point View
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| It’s a shame it rained today.»
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| Then the boy drew near, kissed away each tear
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| And she heard him softly say
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| «Wait till the sun shines, Nellie
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| When the clouds go drifting by
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| We will be happy, Nellie
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| Don’t you sigh
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| Down Lover’s Lane we’ll wander
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| Sweethearts you and I
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| Wait till the sun shines, Nellie
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| Bye and bye."
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| «How I long,» she sighed, «for a trolley ride
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| Just to show my brand new gown.»
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| Then she gazed on high with a gladsome cry
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| For the sun came shining down
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| And she looked so sweet on the big front seat
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| As the car sped on its way
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| And she whispered low
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| «Say you’re all right, Joe
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| You just won my heart today |