She's got a dimple in her chin, and, oh,
How soft and smooth it looks; her eyes are blue;
The red seems always tryin’ to peep through
The middle of her cheeks. I'd like to go
And lay my face up next to hers and throw
My arms around her neck, with just us two
Alone together, but not carin’ who
Might scold if they should see us actin’ so.
If I would know that some poor girl loved me
As much as I do her, sometimes I'd take
Her in my arms a little while and make
Her happy just for kindness, and to see
The pleased look that acrost her face'd break,
And hear the sighs that showed how glad she'd be.