MY SISTER.
Did you ever see her,
With her floating curly hair,
As she gladly ran to meet us,
Looking like a rosy fair?
As she greeted us with kisses,
'Twas the sweetest welcome home;
To hear her bird-voice lisping,
"Oh, I am so glad you've come!"
With her floating curly hair,
As she gladly ran to meet us,
Looking like a rosy fair?
As she greeted us with kisses,
'Twas the sweetest welcome home;
To hear her bird-voice lisping,
"Oh, I am so glad you've come!"
And did you ever see her,
With her eyes of bonnie blue?
They were sometimes fill'd with tear-drops,
Live daisies wet with dew.
With her eyes of bonnie blue?
They were sometimes fill'd with tear-drops,
Live daisies wet with dew.
