| I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
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| Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
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| I see her tripping where the bright streams play
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| Happy as the daisies that dance on her way
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| Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour
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| Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er
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| Oh! |
| I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
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| Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air
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| I long for Jeannie with the day dawn smile
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| Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile
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| I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
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| Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die
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| Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain
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| Wailing for the lost one that comes not again
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| Oh! |
| I long for Jeannie, and my heart bows low
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| Never more to find her where the bright waters flow
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| I sigh for Jeannie, but her light form strayed
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| Far from the fond hearts round her native glade
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| Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown
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| Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone
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| Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
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| While her gentle fingers will cull them no more
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| Oh! |
| I sigh for Jeannie with the light brown hair
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| Floating like a vapor, on the soft summer air |