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[The lady I saw at the gain-loving town]
The lady I saw at the gain-loving town,
Looked proudly, I ween, on the Iowa down,
But I thought if 'twere not for the power of dress,
The odds in our looks would be greatly the less.
Looked proudly, I ween, on the Iowa down,
But I thought if 'twere not for the power of dress,
The odds in our looks would be greatly the less.
Though garish and flaunty and lively and bright
With ribands and tassels and scarlet and white,
My own simple maiden is more to my view,
With her beaming dark eyes and her mantle of blue.
With ribands and tassels and scarlet and white,
My own simple maiden is more to my view,
With her beaming dark eyes and her mantle of blue.
Oh, damsels of beauty, that dazzle the sight,
May be good and be wise and be kind and polite;
But my own native lass, to my own humble mind,
Is far more engaging and modest and kind.
May be good and be wise and be kind and polite;
But my own native lass, to my own humble mind,
Is far more engaging and modest and kind.
She looks on me proudly, whenever I go,
With my new garnish'd robe, and my feathers and bow,
And all my ambition, in dresses and styles,
Is to copy her neatness, and smile as she smiles.
With my new garnish'd robe, and my feathers and bow,
And all my ambition, in dresses and styles,
Is to copy her neatness, and smile as she smiles.
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