With dark eyes that flash like a jewel,
And red lips that flame like a flower
Capricious, coquettish and cruel,
When flirting in boudoir or bower;
So shine Spanish girls in old stories.
But thou’rt of a different strain,
Oh learned and lucky Dolores,
Our M.D. of Spain.
Thy studies commencing, sweet virgin,
At College when scarce more than seven,