I despise
Peg’s squinting eyes,
But sloe black peepers please my fancy.
Peggy wears her dresses high,
And then her stays so tight she’ll lace ’em;
Not a charm can one espy,
Tho’ busy fancy tries to trace ’em.
Oh, my Nancy’s gown for me,
That floats as wild as mountain breezes,
Leaving every beauty free,