BELLE’S EYES.
Those eyes, they are so bright and blue,
They seem as if just bathed in dew,
And if they but reflect aright,
Thy heart must joyous be and bright,
Where cherished images must dwell,
Oh! number mine with thine, ma Belle.
Those eyes, they are so bright and blue,
They seem as if just bathed in dew,
And if they but reflect aright,
Thy heart must joyous be and bright,
Where cherished images must dwell,
Oh! number mine with thine, ma Belle.