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FANNY.
There's not a little girl I meet,
Not even Sue or Annie,
That seems to me more fair and sweet
Than my young neighbour, Fanny.
Not even Sue or Annie,
That seems to me more fair and sweet
Than my young neighbour, Fanny.
'Tis not because her eyes are black,
And look so bright and funny;
'Tis not because her breath is pure,
As new mown hay or honey.
And look so bright and funny;
'Tis not because her breath is pure,
As new mown hay or honey.
'Tis not because at dancing school
Her step is light and airy,
Or that she skips about the house
Just like a little fairy.
Her step is light and airy,
Or that she skips about the house
Just like a little fairy.
'Tis not because in Carpenter
She learns a “monstrous” column,
Nor that she sits in company
Sometimes quite still and solemn.
She learns a “monstrous” column,
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Sometimes quite still and solemn.
Nor is it that her little hands
She waves about so gaily,
When telling every artless thought
That fills her bosom daily.
She waves about so gaily,
When telling every artless thought
That fills her bosom daily.
It is because good-nature comes
To light each limb and feature,
That Fanny always seems to me
A charming little creature.
To light each limb and feature,
That Fanny always seems to me
A charming little creature.
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