There’s a farm upon a hill, down in Maine,
And there a little girlie waits for me, Rebecca is her name.
When we wandered down the land,
Just we two,
And she was grieving when I was leaving
And then I promised to be true.
Where the honey suckle vine twines itself around the door,
A sweetheart mine,
Is waiting patiently for me;
I can hear the whippoorwill
Tell me softly from the hill,
Her mem’ry haunts you,
Rebecca wants you
So come back to Sunnybrook Farm
I can see her just the same, standing there,
And she had on her little gingham gown
And ribbons in her hair.
My Rebecca looked so sweet,
Dressed so plain, I knew I’d miss her,
I longed to kiss her,
And so I’m going back again.
Brown, A. Seymour and Gumble, Albert, "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" (1914). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1387.
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