Jane Eyre and Mr Rochester
Like Buttons at the Dorchester
She's famed from York and Manchester
There is no greater love, is there!
For she was poor and honest, sir
And not the kind to sin, not her
Unbending as a Douglas fir
Which set his lusty fires astir
And now ask any connoisseur
Of romance, they will all concur
The love tale that makes matrons purr's
Jane Eyre and Mr Rochester.
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