She's just a plain old country girl
Who loves the simple things,
Not for her the city whirl
And all the grime it brings.
Give her the clean open spaces
With its smell of new mown hay
And cute little fetching faces
That sweet wild flowers portray.
She loves the sun on her back
And a soft wind thro' her hair,
A flit down a country track
Or a hay time love affair.
Full to the brim with rustic delight
She dances up and down,
Giving off a fond invite
To another coloured brown
To come and court in the grass
And have a dance or two,
Then take me for his bonny lass
On to pastures new.
Maniola jurtina.
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