Have You Seen My Lovely Miss
Once I lived as a poet brave
Who loved a maiden fair.
I wrote a ballad for my love,
And breathed a silent prayer.
My love left home one gloomy day
For fear of her father’s wrath.
She ran, she walked, she climbed up high
Upon a mountain path.
Oh, have you seen my lovely Miss
Upon the mountain high?
I’ll search all night till break of day,
And scan the distant sky.
May I hold her hand once more
And feel her tender kiss?
But fluffy clouds all enshroud
My lovely little Miss.
Perhaps she’s dancing with the stars,
And angels on the fly.
I must see her once again,
She forgot to say goodbye.
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