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She's all my fancy painted him(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most
He said that you had been to her,

Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air
The sun is in the willow leaves And on the dappled grass,