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Dame Margery.

DAME MARGERY once had a cheek like the rose,
And an eye that was sparkling as jet,
And her pert little nose; it was just one of those
You'd expect in a village coquette,
You'd expect in a village coquette.

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She'd the daintiest ancle that ever was seen,
And so light and so lively she danced on the green;
That the girls of the village, they spitefully said
That Miss Margery's heels were as light as her head
But all they got out of Margery —
Was, Bless us! how jealous some folks can be.

Chorus.
But all they got out of Margery —
Was, Bless us! how jealous some folks can be.

It was all of no use that the gossips exclaimed
That "she kept all the beaux to herself;
That some day they would see the young minx made ashamed,
And she'd find she'd be left on the shelf.
But Margery held her head only the higher,
And they do say she did set her cap at the Squire;
And her beaux they fell off, as the years they ran on,
"Till of so many suitors, she hadn't hooked one!"
And Margery, somehow, at forty-three,
Was as safe an "old maid" as you'd wish to see.

Chorus.
And Margery, somehow, at forty-three,
Was as safe an old maid as you'd wish to see.

She now lives at the castle and keeps the still room,
And somehow the scandal goes
That though Margery's cheek has got rid of its bloom,
You can't say as much for her nose —
You can't say as much for her nose,
And they say in the hall, that old Simon and she
Now and then carry on a flirtation at tea.
But whenever he hints she "may yet be a bride,"
She says "knot me no knots that can not be untied;"
So somehow or other, the rusty old pair,
Keep on Darby and Joan-ing it just as they were.

Chorus.
So somehow or other the rusty old pair,
Keep on Darby and Joan-ing it just as they were.