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SHE'S NOT SO FAIR.
She's not so fair as many there
But she's as loved as any,
And few you'll find with such a mind
Or such a heart as Nannie:
A maiden grace, a modest face,
A smile to win us ever;
And, she has sense—without pretence—
And good as she is clever!
But she's as loved as any,
And few you'll find with such a mind
Or such a heart as Nannie:
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A smile to win us ever;
And, she has sense—without pretence—
And good as she is clever!
She's not so fine as some may shine
With feathers, pearls, and laces;
But oh, she's got, what they have not
With all their borrowed graces,
Eyes blue and bright with heaven's light,
That kindle with devotion;
A cheek of rose, a heart that glows
With every sweet emotion!
She's not so fair as many there
But she's as loved as any,
And few you'll find with such a mind
Or such a heart as Nannie.
With feathers, pearls, and laces;
But oh, she's got, what they have not
With all their borrowed graces,
Eyes blue and bright with heaven's light,
That kindle with devotion;
A cheek of rose, a heart that glows
With every sweet emotion!
She's not so fair as many there
But she's as loved as any,
And few you'll find with such a mind
Or such a heart as Nannie.
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