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298 ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC. |
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Her cheeks are red as the rose Which June for her glory shows; -
Her teeth in a row
Stand like a wall of snow Between her round chin and her nose ;
Her shoulders are decent,
Her arms white and pleasant, Her fingers are small and long.
No fault I find,
But, in my mind,
Most womenkind
Must come behind: O that she could rule her tongue! |
With eloquence she will dispute ;
Few women can her confute. She sings and she plays, And she knows all the keys
Of the vialde gamho, or lute. She'll dance with a grace, Her Measures she'll trace
As doth unto art belong; She is a girl Fit for an earl, Not for a churl: She were worth a pearl,
If she could but rule her tongue. |
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