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When I remark her golden hair / Swoon on her glorious shoulders, / I marvel not that sight so rare / Doth ravish all beholders; / For summon hence all pretty girls / Renowned for beauteous tresses, / And you shall find among their curls / There's none so fair as Jessie's.
And Jessie's eyes are, oh, so blue / And full of sweet revealings -- / They seem to look you through and through / And read your inmost feelings; / Nor black emits such ardent fires, / Nor brown such truth expresses -- / Admit it, all ye gallant squires -- / There are no eyes like Jessie's.