  Before me the sexton’s daughter fair Through the sacred edifice skippÈd; Her size was small, and light her hair, From her neck her kerchief had slippÈd. In the old cathedral for sixpence I got A sight of its marvellous creatures, Its tombs, lights, crosses; I turn’d quite hot When I gazed on Elspeth’s features. And once again I stared about At the sacred relics entrancing; In their under-petticoats all trick’d out, On the window the women were dancing. The sexton’s little daughter fair Stood by me, while thus I inspected. She had a very pretty pair Of eyes, wherein all was reflected. Before me the sexton’s daughter fair From the sacred edifice skippÈd; Her mouth was small, her neck was bare, From her bosom her kerchief had slippÈd. |
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