Her hair as dark as the wing of a crow
In wavy ringlets to her shoulders grow
And with chestnut brown eyes and a beautiful face
Of any flaw in her no physical trace
For her physical beauty held in high esteem
By her young male admirers many it does seem
But of her physical beauty she does seem aware
In this respect her sort nowadays are not rare
She will turn twenty three on her next birthday
Though far from down to earth of her one can say
A Warrnambool beauty her star on the rise
She seems rather choosy with whom she fraternize
One never seen out in second hand clothes
It does take all kinds one does have to suppose.
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