A fair maiden she was
Though having no shoes
Her freckles and red hair
One day I would choose
To love her every minute
Every day of the week
Each day more beautiful
More than words could speak
Though she had no shoes
Didn't matter it seems
For it was also of shoes
That often I dreamed
I walked her to school
Stealing those moments so true
We both knew how we felt
Didn't know what to do
Others jeered and poked fun
Because we were poor
Never knowing our love
For all time would endur
The fair maiden grew up
A lovely women with shoes
Blonde hair and blue eyes
The freckles she'd lose
Loving her each minute
Every day of the week
Each day more beautiful
More than words could speak
Then came along more maidens
With freckles and red hair
Two, three, four, then five
Yes they were everywhere
We'd then send them to school
New dresses and fine shoes
Telling them stories at supper
Of when we paid their dues
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