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The Sweet Girls Of Derry.
THE SWEET GIRLS OF DERRY .
( SONG . ) OOH the sweet girls of Derry Are comely ancl merry , They have lips like the cherry , And teeth like the snow ; But it is not in nature
To dwell on each feature , That every sweet creature In Derry can show . Och hone , so pleasant and merry , They ' re quite captivating—the sweet girls of Derry . What can I compare to
Their soft silken hair too ? It would ' nt be fair to Thus rival the crow ; And och , ' neath its creeping , What fair necks , are peeping Besides—all in
keeuins—A freckle or so . Och hone , so charming and merry , They bother'd me quite—did the sweet girls of Derry . To see their eyes glitter , It made my heart twitter , But their frown—och its bitter ,
When clouded their brows ; Then their dear little noses Seem made to smell posies , And their breath shames the roses , 'Tis sweet as the cow ' s . Och hone , so comely and merry , They ' re beauties outright—are the sweet girls of Derry .
So sweet too each voice is , Its music so choice is , My heart still rejoices To think of the strain ; And to shew how they bind me , I left them behind me , But soon they shall find me
In Derry again . Och hone , so pleasant and merry , I'll live till I die—for the sweet girls of Derry . J . E . CABPENTEII , Windsor Cottage , Leamington .
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The Sweet Girls Of Derry.
THE SWEET GIRLS OF DERRY .
( SONG . ) OOH the sweet girls of Derry Are comely ancl merry , They have lips like the cherry , And teeth like the snow ; But it is not in nature
To dwell on each feature , That every sweet creature In Derry can show . Och hone , so pleasant and merry , They ' re quite captivating—the sweet girls of Derry . What can I compare to
Their soft silken hair too ? It would ' nt be fair to Thus rival the crow ; And och , ' neath its creeping , What fair necks , are peeping Besides—all in
keeuins—A freckle or so . Och hone , so charming and merry , They bother'd me quite—did the sweet girls of Derry . To see their eyes glitter , It made my heart twitter , But their frown—och its bitter ,
When clouded their brows ; Then their dear little noses Seem made to smell posies , And their breath shames the roses , 'Tis sweet as the cow ' s . Och hone , so comely and merry , They ' re beauties outright—are the sweet girls of Derry .
So sweet too each voice is , Its music so choice is , My heart still rejoices To think of the strain ; And to shew how they bind me , I left them behind me , But soon they shall find me
In Derry again . Och hone , so pleasant and merry , I'll live till I die—for the sweet girls of Derry . J . E . CABPENTEII , Windsor Cottage , Leamington .