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Music of the Civil War

Gentle Annie

Gentle Annie S. Foster

Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie
Like a flower thy spirit did depart.
Thou art gone, alas! Like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

Shall we never more behold thee
Never hear thy winning voice again
When the springtime comes, gentle Annie
When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?

We have roamed and loved mid the bowers
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.

Ah! The hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down when wander
By the streams and the meadows where we strayed.

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