From Stephen Foster's Sketchbook:

Date: June 26, 1851
Transcript: Jennie .

I dream of Jennie with the light brown hair
Bourn like a vapour on the summe air
When songs of music from her lips would pour
The many birds the mery world warble them oer
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tripping
I see her roaming where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way
When in gushing music her merry notes would pur
Many were the blith birds that warbled them
Oer
wild notes would
Many were the songs that her merry voice could pour
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them oer
warbles
she now
I long for Jennie but her form lies low
Never more to wander when the bright waters flow
I hear her melodies like joys gone by
Waking with the beams of her bright blue eye