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ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC.
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Her cheeks are red as the rose
Which June for her glory shows ;
Her teeth in a row
Stand like a wall of snow
Between her round chin and her nose ;
Her shoulders are decent.
Her arms wliite and pleasant.
Her fingers are small and long.
No fault I find,
But, in my mind,
Most womenkind
Must come behind ;
O that she could rule her tongue !
With elcquence she will dispute ;
Few women can her confute.
She sinffs and she plays,
And she knows all the keys
Of the vial de gamho, or lute.
She'll dance with a grace,
Her Measures she'll trace
As doth unto art belong;
She is a gii'l
Fit for an earl,
Not for a chm-1 :
She were worth a pearl.
If she could but rule her tongue.