SHE WALKS IN PLAIN ATTIRE—A SONG.
Tune.—Woodman spare the Tree.
She walks in plain attire,
Yet who so fair as she;
While nature I admire,
She is the lass for me.
Yet who so fair as she;
While nature I admire,
She is the lass for me.
No borrow’d beauties shine
Upon her person fair;
For comliness divine
None can with her compare.
She walks in plain attire, &c.
Upon her person fair;
For comliness divine
None can with her compare.
She walks in plain attire, &c.
The roses of her cheeks,
Are dimpled with a smile;
Her soft blue eyes bespeak
A heart that’s free of guile!
She walks in plain attire, &c.
Are dimpled with a smile;
Her soft blue eyes bespeak
A heart that’s free of guile!
She walks in plain attire, &c.
Her meek and modest mien
Declares no prude is she;
With prudence, as serene,
She’s kind as kind can be.
She walks in plain attire, &c.
Declares no prude is she;
With prudence, as serene,
She’s kind as kind can be.
She walks in plain attire, &c.
Her dress she best sets off
No empty pride has she;
So tidy, clean—enough
To warrant love from me.
She walks in plain attire, &c.
No empty pride has she;
So tidy, clean—enough
To warrant love from me.
She walks in plain attire, &c.
