THOU hast blue eyes, my love,
Long braids of golden hair,
Voice softer than the dove, -
Thy charms all hearts ensnare.
Thy cheek the rose outvies,
Neck white as drifts of snow;
Red lips, love-beaming eyes,
On me their smiles bestow.
My love, thou hast blue eyes,
And floods of golden hair,
A heart without disguise, -
Who can with thee compare?
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