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As the blackbird in the spring neath the willow tree He sat and piped I heard him sing praising Aura Lee Aura Lee Aura Lee maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee and swallows in the air [ harmonica ] (Aura Lee the birds may flee the willow's golden hair) Swing through winter fitfully on the stormy air Aura Lee Aura Lee maid of golden hair Sunshine came along with thee and swallows in the air From Letras Mania