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Girl of the red mouth,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the red mouth,
Love me!
'Tis by its curve, I know,
Love fashioneth his bow,
And bends it-ah, even so!
Oh, girl of the red mouth, love me!
Girl of the blue eye,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the dew eye,
Love me!
Worlds hang for lamps on high;
And thought's world lives in thy
Lustrous and tender eye-
Oh, girl of the blue eye, love me!
Girl of the swan's neck,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the swan's neck,
Love me!
As marble Greek doth grow
To his steed's back of snow,
Thy white neck sits thy shoulder so-
Oh, Girl of the swan's neck, love me!
Girl of the low voice,
Love me! Love me!
Girl of the sweet voice,
Love me!
Like the echo of a bell-
Like the bubbling of a well-
Sweeter! Love within doth dwell-
Oh, girl of the low voice, Love me!
Martin MacDermott
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