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Little foot, whose lightest pat / Seems to glorify the mat, / Waving hair and picture hat, / Grace the nymphs have taught her; / Gown the pink of fit and style, / Lips that ravish when they smile, -- / Like a vision, down the aisle / Comes the parson's daughter.
As she passes, like a dart / To each luckless fellow's heart / Leaps a throbbing thrill and smart, / When his eye has sought her; / Tries he then his sight to bless / With one glimpse of face or tress -- / Does she know it? -- well, I guess! / Parson's pretty daughter.