V.

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.