With a touch of the roguish, a wonderful glow
In her exquisite eyes never equaled as yet.
They’ve haunted me since and I’ll never forget
That touch of the roguish, that wonderful glow
In her exquisite eyes on that night long ago.
ON “GUNGHA DIN”
Have you ever heard Schaffer declaim of old “Din,”
“Din,” “Gungha Din,”
He gives all its savors,