Blessings on thee, maiden fair, bare back, bare legs, bare here and there! With thy funny pantaloons and thy praising modern tunes! With thy red lips, redder still, smeared with rouge, til fit to kill. With the face cream on thy face, for thy blouse a bit of lace! Outward sunshine, inward joy, we'd nothing like you when I was a boy.
Source: Albert W. Daw Collection
Contributed by: Zaady