She’s knockkneed; she’s lazy;
She’s bow-legged; she’s crazy;
She’s maul-eyed, she’s wall-eyed, she’s lame.
Well, her teeth are all false, from indulging in salts,
She’s my cockeyed, consumptive Plain Jane.
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My Girl
My girl was the best of girls,
Her curls were the prettiest of curls.
No girl had lips so sweet,