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The very pavement seems to shine
Aneath her genty feet!
Ye may ken her by the jewell'd rings
Upon her fingers sma',
Yet better by the dignity
That she glides through them a'.
'And ye may ken her by the voice—
The music o' her tongue—
Wha heard her speak incontinent
Wad think an angel sung!
And such seems she to me, and mair,
That wale o' woman's charms—
It 's bliss to press her dear wee mou
And daut her in my arms!'
