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Soft o’er the fountain,
Ling’ring falls the Southern moon:
Far o’er the mountain,
Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eyes’ splendor
Where the warm light loves to dwell,
Weary looks yet tender...
Speak their fond farewell!
Refrain:
Nita! Juanita!
Ask thy soul if we should part?
Nita! Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart.

When in thy dreaming;
Moons like these shall shine again
And daylight beaming
Prove thy dreams are vain:
Wilt thou not relenting
For thine absent lover sigh
In thy heart consenting
To a pray’r gone by?
Refrain:
Nita! Juanita!
Let me linger by thy side!
Nita! Juanita!
Be my own fair bride!