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MUSTARD AND CRESS
Elizabeth, my cousin, is the sweetest little girl,
From her eyes like dark blue pansies, to her tiniest golden curl;
I do not use her great long name, but simply call her Bess,
And yesterday I planted her in mustard and in cress.
From her eyes like dark blue pansies, to her tiniest golden curl;
I do not use her great long name, but simply call her Bess,
And yesterday I planted her in mustard and in cress.
My garden is so narrow that there's very little room,
But I'd rather have her name than get a hollyhock to bloom;
And before she comes to visit us with Charley and with Jess,
She'll pop up green and bonny out of mustard and of cress.
But I'd rather have her name than get a hollyhock to bloom;
And before she comes to visit us with Charley and with Jess,
She'll pop up green and bonny out of mustard and of cress.
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