No. 21: SONG (Mr. Goldbury)
"A wonderful joy our eyes to bless"
| Mr. Goldbury. |
| A wonderful joy our eyes to bless, In her magnificent comeliness, Is an English girl of eleven stone two, And five foot ten in her dancing shoe! She follows the hounds, and on she pounds — The "field" tails off and the muffs diminish — Over the hedges and brooks she bounds, Straight as a crow, from find to finish. At cricket, her kin will lose or win — She and her maids, on grass and clover, Eleven maids out, eleven maids in — And perhaps an occasional "maiden over!" Ah! Go search the world and search the sea, |
With a ten-mile spin she stretches her limbs, Ah! Go search the world and search the sea, |
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Her soul is sweet as the ocean air,
For prudery knows no haven there;
To find mock-modesty, please apply
To the conscious blush and the downcast eye.
Rich in the things contentment brings,
In every pure enjoyment wealthy,
Blithe as a beautiful bird she sings,
For body and mind are hale and healthy.
Her eyes they thrill with right good-will —
Her heart is light as a floating feather —
As pure and bright as the mountain rill
That leaps and laughs in the Highland heather!
Ah! Go search the world and search the sea,
Then come you home and sing with me
There's no such gold and no such pearl
As a bright and beautiful English girl!
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