My Girl with the Calico Dress.A fig for your upper-ten girls,With their velvets, and satins, and laces,Their diamonds, and rubies, and pearls,And their milliner figures and faces!They may shine at a party or ball,Emblazon’d with half they possess,But give me in place of them all,My girl with the calico dress.She is plump as a partridge, and fairAs the rose in its earliest bloom;Her teeth will with ivory compare,And her breath with the clover perfume.Her step is as free and as light,As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,And her eyes are as soft and as bright,My girl with the calico dress.Your dandies and foplings may sneer,At her simple and modest attire,But the charm she permits to appear,Would set the whole iceberg on fire!She can dance—but she never allowsThe hugging, the squeeze, and caress,She is saving all these for her spouse,My girl with the calico dress.She is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true,And kind to her father and mother;She studies how much she can doFor her sweet little sister and brother.If you want a companion for life,To comfort, enliven, and bless,She is just the right sort for a wife,My girl with the calico dress.
My Girl with the Calico Dress.A fig for your upper-ten girls,With their velvets, and satins, and laces,Their diamonds, and rubies, and pearls,And their milliner figures and faces!They may shine at a party or ball,Emblazon’d with half they possess,But give me in place of them all,My girl with the calico dress.She is plump as a partridge, and fairAs the rose in its earliest bloom;Her teeth will with ivory compare,And her breath with the clover perfume.Her step is as free and as light,As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,And her eyes are as soft and as bright,My girl with the calico dress.Your dandies and foplings may sneer,At her simple and modest attire,But the charm she permits to appear,Would set the whole iceberg on fire!She can dance—but she never allowsThe hugging, the squeeze, and caress,She is saving all these for her spouse,My girl with the calico dress.She is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true,And kind to her father and mother;She studies how much she can doFor her sweet little sister and brother.If you want a companion for life,To comfort, enliven, and bless,She is just the right sort for a wife,My girl with the calico dress.
My Girl with the Calico Dress.A fig for your upper-ten girls,With their velvets, and satins, and laces,Their diamonds, and rubies, and pearls,And their milliner figures and faces!They may shine at a party or ball,Emblazon’d with half they possess,But give me in place of them all,My girl with the calico dress.She is plump as a partridge, and fairAs the rose in its earliest bloom;Her teeth will with ivory compare,And her breath with the clover perfume.Her step is as free and as light,As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,And her eyes are as soft and as bright,My girl with the calico dress.Your dandies and foplings may sneer,At her simple and modest attire,But the charm she permits to appear,Would set the whole iceberg on fire!She can dance—but she never allowsThe hugging, the squeeze, and caress,She is saving all these for her spouse,My girl with the calico dress.She is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true,And kind to her father and mother;She studies how much she can doFor her sweet little sister and brother.If you want a companion for life,To comfort, enliven, and bless,She is just the right sort for a wife,My girl with the calico dress.
A fig for your upper-ten girls,With their velvets, and satins, and laces,Their diamonds, and rubies, and pearls,And their milliner figures and faces!They may shine at a party or ball,Emblazon’d with half they possess,But give me in place of them all,My girl with the calico dress.
A fig for your upper-ten girls,
With their velvets, and satins, and laces,
Their diamonds, and rubies, and pearls,
And their milliner figures and faces!
They may shine at a party or ball,
Emblazon’d with half they possess,
But give me in place of them all,
My girl with the calico dress.
She is plump as a partridge, and fairAs the rose in its earliest bloom;Her teeth will with ivory compare,And her breath with the clover perfume.Her step is as free and as light,As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,And her eyes are as soft and as bright,My girl with the calico dress.
She is plump as a partridge, and fair
As the rose in its earliest bloom;
Her teeth will with ivory compare,
And her breath with the clover perfume.
Her step is as free and as light,
As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,
And her eyes are as soft and as bright,
My girl with the calico dress.
Your dandies and foplings may sneer,At her simple and modest attire,But the charm she permits to appear,Would set the whole iceberg on fire!She can dance—but she never allowsThe hugging, the squeeze, and caress,She is saving all these for her spouse,My girl with the calico dress.
Your dandies and foplings may sneer,
At her simple and modest attire,
But the charm she permits to appear,
Would set the whole iceberg on fire!
She can dance—but she never allows
The hugging, the squeeze, and caress,
She is saving all these for her spouse,
My girl with the calico dress.
She is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true,And kind to her father and mother;She studies how much she can doFor her sweet little sister and brother.If you want a companion for life,To comfort, enliven, and bless,She is just the right sort for a wife,My girl with the calico dress.
She is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true,
And kind to her father and mother;
She studies how much she can do
For her sweet little sister and brother.
If you want a companion for life,
To comfort, enliven, and bless,
She is just the right sort for a wife,
My girl with the calico dress.