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Lotty Hay.
As I came down from Earsdon Town,
Upon an Easter day,
Whom did I meet but she, the sweet,
The blue-eyed Lotty Hay.
Upon an Easter day,
Whom did I meet but she, the sweet,
The blue-eyed Lotty Hay.
A crimson blush her cheek did flush,
Nor sin did that betray;
The pearl is sure a jewel pure,
And so is Lotty Hay.
Nor sin did that betray;
The pearl is sure a jewel pure,
And so is Lotty Hay.
All evil flees her heart, yet she's
To Slander oft a prey,
And words of ill do nearly kill
The lowly Lotty Hay.
To Slander oft a prey,
And words of ill do nearly kill
The lowly Lotty Hay.
Some deem her proud; in speech aloud
Some other yet will say
She's cold or fierce, and all to pierce
The heart of Lotty Hay.
Some other yet will say
She's cold or fierce, and all to pierce
The heart of Lotty Hay.
Proud?—She's not proud: to-day I view'd
A lammie near her stray,
And that wee thing kind blinks did bring
From soft-eyed Lotty Hay.
A lammie near her stray,
And that wee thing kind blinks did bring
From soft-eyed Lotty Hay.
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Fierce?—She's not fierce; a fly did pierce—
Once pierce her wee hand, nay
And made her cry, yet that bad fly
Was spared by Lotty Hay.
Once pierce her wee hand, nay
And made her cry, yet that bad fly
Was spared by Lotty Hay.
Not proud nor bold, not fierce nor cold,
But meek, kind, mild alway—
A soul of light did meet my sight
As I pass'd Lotty Hay.
But meek, kind, mild alway—
A soul of light did meet my sight
As I pass'd Lotty Hay.
Upon her way so went the may,
And light as any fay,
Or thistle-down by breezes blown,
Went wee, wee Lotty Hay.
And light as any fay,
Or thistle-down by breezes blown,
Went wee, wee Lotty Hay.
In cotton gown she tript to town,
And not a lady gay
In satin drest could be more blest
Than little Lotty Hay.
And not a lady gay
In satin drest could be more blest
Than little Lotty Hay.
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