| Fancy brings a thought to me
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| Of a flower bright and fair
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| Its grace and beauty both combine
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| To make the thought more rare
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| Just like a maiden that I knew
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| Who shared my happy love
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| Where we parted and she whispered
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| You’ll forget me not
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| She’s 'fraid with doubt
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| She’s charming like the lily in the pond
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| Time is passing swiftly by
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| Afore I am softened
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| The daisies and primroses
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| Were blooming 'round the spot
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| Where we parted when she whispered
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| You’ll forget me not
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| I admit I really don’t know where
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| But still it’s just the same
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| For love grows in a busy street
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| As well as in the lane
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| I gently pressed her tiny hand
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| One glance at me she shot
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| She dropped a flower I picked it up
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| Was a sweet forget me not
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| She’s 'fraid with doubt
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| She’s charming like the lily in the pond
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| Time is passing swiftly by
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| Afore I am softened
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| The daisies and primroses
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| Were blooming 'round the spot
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| Where we parted when she whispered
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| You’ll forget me not
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| SHORT INSTRUMENTAL
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| At last there came the happy time
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| When something that I said
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| It caused her lips to murmur «Yes» |
| And shortly we were wed
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| There is a house down in the lane
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| In a tiny garden spa
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| There grows a flower I know so well
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| It’s a sweet forget me not
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| She’s 'fraid with doubt
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| She’s charming like the lily in the pond
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| Time is passing swiftly by
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| Afore I am softened
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| The daisies and primroses
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| Were blooming 'round the spot
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| Where we parted when she whispered
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| You’ll forget me not
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| Where we parted when she whispered
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| You’ll for get me not |