As the rose in its earliest bloom;
Her teeth will with ivory compare,
And her breath with the clover perfume.
Her step is as free and as light,
As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,
And her eyes are as soft and as bright,
My girl with the calico dress.
Your dandies and foplings may sneer,
At her simple and modest attire,
But the charm she permits to appear,