Dreamgirl, dreamgirl,
Saw I her into the sweet dreams of mine,
A maiden so sweet and lovely
Into the dreams of mine,
Standing before me
And smiling,
Greeting me with a bouquet
Of flowers
And waving the hands at
As such was the appearance of hers,
As such the face-cutting,
A girl in a dress and the make-up,
Looking beautiful,
Charming indeed,
The cheeks appleyish,
The lips roseate,
The eyes lustrous
And she wanting to speak to me.
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