And admiration filled the hall.
But where's the beauty of a dress
To match this lady's loveliness?
Her sweet address, her happy mien,
That glossy hair, those eyes of brown,
That sunny face that ne'er could frown,
Would grace the raiment of a queen.
But where's the beauty of a dress
To match this lady's loveliness?
Her sweet address, her happy mien,
That glossy hair, those eyes of brown,
That sunny face that ne'er could frown,
Would grace the raiment of a queen.
THE FISHER-MAIDEN
Her smile is like the morning bright
When shines the glorious sun,
Her eyes are like the flashing light
From out the diamond stone.
When shines the glorious sun,
Her eyes are like the flashing light
From out the diamond stone.
Her lips are like the cherry red—
They hide such teeth of pearl,
And when by laughter they are spread
There's such a tempting curl.
They hide such teeth of pearl,
And when by laughter they are spread
There's such a tempting curl.
Faint blushes play upon her cheeks,
Like ripples on the Nile,
I'd like to catch one as it streaks
From dimple into smile.
Like ripples on the Nile,
I'd like to catch one as it streaks
From dimple into smile.
I love her well and told her so
When we were out to-day,—
She answered me so soft and low
And did not say me nay.
When we were out to-day,—
She answered me so soft and low
And did not say me nay.
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