In the region where the roses always bloom,
Breathing out upon the air their sweet perfume,
Lives a dusky maid I long to call my own,
For, I know my love for her will never die,
When the sun am sinking in dat Golden West,
Little robin red breast gone to seek their nests,
And I sneak down to dat place I love the best,
Ever’y evening there along I sigh.
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