The Yankee Girls.

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Not England's daughters rosy cheek'd
Nor Scotia's lasses fair;
Nor Erin's blooming maidens can
With the Yankee girls compare;
Though what they tell us of their charms
All very true may be,
They'll not compare with Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.

Let Byron of Italian maids,
In glowing numbers sing,
And let the Turk his Georgian bride,
And black ey'd Houries bring;
Yet what they tell us of their charms,
All very true may be,
They can't compare with Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.

Their faultless forms! their peerless eyes
As bright as morning dew,
Their cheeks so fair! their spirits light!
Their hearts so warm and true!
Their chaste as fair, their minds unchain'd,
In thought and action free,
There's nothing like the Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.

Unto Columbia's daughter then,
We'll drain the goblet dry,
Naught can the universe produce,
With Yankee girls to vie;

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O! they are the fairest of the fair,
And every may they be,
There's nothing like the Yankee girls,
The Yankee girls for me.