Bonny Jean.
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y. owners of the copyright.
Oh, the summer moon is brightly blowing,
The wild birds wake their song,
And the streamlet as it softly murmurs,
So gently glides along.
Where the sweet hedge-rose is blowing,
In the woodlands green,
There I love to wander,
With my heart’s true queen—