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She sleeps, my lady sleeps,
She sleeps.
She sleeps, my lady sleeps.

Moon of the summer night,
Far down yon western steeps,
Sink, sink in golden light.

(E Flat)
Soft o'er the fountain,
Lingering falls the southern moon,
Far o'er the mountain,
Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eye's splendor,
Where the warm-light loves to dwell
Weary looks, yet tender,
Speak their fond farewell!

Nita, Juanita,
Ask thy soul if we should part!
Nita, Juanita,
Lean thou on my heart.

When in thy dreaming,
Moons like these shall shine again;
And day-light beaming
Prove thy dreams are vain,
Wilt thou not,, relenting,
For thine absent lover sigh,
In thy heart consenting
To a pray'r gone by?

Nita, Juanita,
Let me linger by thy side!
Nita, Juanita,
Be my own fair bride.

Dixie Land
I wish I was in de land of cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.

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