 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
MY SAXON BLONDE.
They say the dark-eyed maids of Spain
Are passionate and fond;
But eyes of blue are tender and true,—
Give me my Saxon blonde!
Are passionate and fond;
But eyes of blue are tender and true,—
Give me my Saxon blonde!
An arch coquette is the bright brunette,
Blithe and merry and gay;
Her love may last till the Summer is past,
But my blonde's forever and aye!
Blithe and merry and gay;
Her love may last till the Summer is past,
But my blonde's forever and aye!
If bards of old the truth have told,
The Sirens have raven hair;
But o'er the earth, since art had birth,
They paint the Angels fair.
The Sirens have raven hair;
But o'er the earth, since art had birth,
They paint the Angels fair.
Ah! well, maybe, the truth to see,
A lover is over fond;
And I can't deny—nor will I try—
My love is a golden blonde!
A lover is over fond;
And I can't deny—nor will I try—
My love is a golden blonde!
| The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe | |