| O the valley in the summer where I and my John
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| Beside the deep river would walk on and on
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| While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above
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| Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love
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| And I leaned on his shoulder; |
| 'O Johnny, let’s play':
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| But he frowned like thunder and he went away
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| O that Friday near Christmas as I well recall
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| When we went to the Charity Matinee Ball
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| The floor was so smooth and the band was so loud
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| And Johnny so handsome I felt so proud;
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| 'Squeeze me tighter, dear Johnny, let’s dance till it’s day':
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| But he frowned like thunder and he went away
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| Shall I ever forget at the Grand Opera
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| When music poured out of each wonderful star?
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| Diamonds and pearls they hung dazzling down
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| Over each silver and golden silk gown;
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| 'O John I’m in heaven,' I whispered to say:
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| But he frowned like thunder and he went away
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| O but he was fair as a garden in flower
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| As slender and tall as the great Eiffel Tower
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| When the waltz throbbed out on the long promenade
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| O his eyes and his smile they went straight to my heart;
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| 'O marry me, Johnny, I’ll love and obey':
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| But he frowned like thunder and he went away
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| O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover
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| You’d the sun on one arm and the moon on the other
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| The sea it was blue and the grass it was green
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| Every star rattled a round tambourine;
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| Ten thousand miles deep in a pit there I lay:
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| But you frowned like thunder and you went away |