My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment
MY girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay;Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:She’s always good natur’d, good humour’d, and free;She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;I never am happy when out of her sight.
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