"Listen to the Mocking Bird"
(1855)
Septimus Winner
[aka Alice Hawthorne]



I'm dreaming now of Hally,
sweet Hally, sweet Hally,
I'm dreaming now of Hally,
For the thought of her
is one that never dies:


She's sleeping in the valley,
the valley, the valley;
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is
singing where she lies.


Ah! well I yet remember,
remember, remember,
Ah! well I yet remember,
When we gather'd in the
cotton side by side;


'Twas in the mild September,
September, September,
'Twas in the mild September,
And the mocking bird
was singing far and wide.


Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave.


When the charms of spring
awaken, awaken, awaken:
When the charms of spring awaken,
And the mocking bird is
singing on the bough.


I feel like one forsaken,
forsaken, forsaken.
I feel like one forsaken,
Since my Hally is no longer
with me now.


Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave.
Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.
Listen to the mockingbird,
Listen to the mockingbird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.


I'm dreaming now of Hally,
sweet Hally, sweet Hally,
I'm dreaming now of Hally,
For the thought of her is
one that never dies:


She's sleeping in the valley,
the valley, the valley;
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is
singing where she lies.


Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave.
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.


I'm dreaming now of Hally,
sweet Hally, sweet Hally,
I'm dreaming now of Hally,
For the thought of her
is one that never dies:


She's sleeping in the valley,
the valley, the valley;
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird
is singing where she lies.


She's sleeping in the valley,
the valley, the valley;
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird is
singing where she lies.

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