And now I think I may be cocky, / Since fortune has ſmurtl'd on me, / I'm Jenny, an' ye ſhall be Jockie, / 'Tis right we together ſud be; …
Yet the employment seemed a pleasant one; her cheek was flushed with a clear, rich crimson—her face / Was like any fair lake that the morning is on, / When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun. / And if, ever and anon, the brow was clouded by a shade of pensiveness, it was quickly dispelled by the consciousness of present happiness.
Was like any fair lake that the morning is on, / When it breaks into dimples, and laughs in the sun.
There are many valorous stories told of her, which enthral grown men as well as children.
And ladies, if you have a man at home taking an unusual interest in how you shave your legs, you may have a Mamil in the making too.
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