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I met thee in the Summer time,
 * The Summer of my youth—

In days of my melodious prime
 * And thine unsullied truth.

I met thee when the jasmine buds,
 * Their velvet locks reveal;

’Til I loved thee, ’til I loved thee,
 * Darling Damsel of Mobile!

O shining tresses of the sun!
 * O eyes of ocean blue!

O dainty feet to nimbly run
 * Upon the glittering dew!

The cypress breathes its gloomy buds
 * On all I felt and feel—

Still I love thee! Still I love thee!
 * Darling Damsel of Mobile!