  A sweet little lassie Lives over the way: She’s pretty and modest, Yet blithesome and gay. So perfect her manners, So graceful her mien; O who would not worship This fair little queen! Is there a young laddie Whose heart would not beat For those smiles so angelic And dimples so sweet: Those blue eyes a-sparkling, That bright golden hair! O where’s the young lassie More charming and fair! She’s modest and gentle, Yet cheerful and gay; This sweet little lassie, Just over the way. |
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