45. My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment
45. My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment
Robert Burns
MY girl she’s airy, she’s buxom and gay;
Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;
A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
She’s always good natur’d, good humour’d, and free;
She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
I never am happy when out of her sight.
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