‘Neath the Stars
Tell the stars to quit their blinking
Not at me shall they be winking
Just because I stole what was it
They have to call to go and tell
Just because the Red Bird sang it
In the treetops he rang it
Lure I pleaded long and earned it
Quick as stolen I returned it
Tell the stars not softer lighter
Then the thistle down brighter
Are the silken curling tresses
That my cheek so soften caresses
Just one kiss the stars are counting
One, two, three they are mounting
But I am honest sure you have learned it
Quick as stolen I returned it
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