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ROSALIE, THE PRAIRIE FLOWER



On the distant prairie, where the heather wild

In its quiet beauty lived and smiled, 

Stands a little cottage, and a creeping vine

Loves around its porch to twine.

In that peaceful dwelling was a lovely child,

With her blue eyes beaming soft and mild,

And the wavy ringlets of her flaxen hair

Floating in the summer air.



CHORUS



Fair as a lily, joyous and free,

Light of that prairie home was she;

Everyone who knew her felt the gentle power

Of Rosalie, the prairie flower.



On that distant prairie, when the days were long, 

Tripping like a fairy, sweet her song, 

With the sunny blossoms and the birds at play,

Beautiful and bright as they.

When the twilight shadows gathered in the west,

And the voice of nature sunk to rest, 

Like a cherub kneeling seemed the lovely child, 

With her gentle eyes so mild.



CHORUS



But the summer faded, and a chilly blast

O’er that happy cottage swept at last;

Everyone who knew her felt the gentle power

Of Rosalie, the prairie flower.