DARK eyes softly beaming, and pearly teeth gleaming, And black rippling tresses, loose, flowing, and free; A face sweet and simple, and many an arch dimple -- That's Nora, my Nora, sweet Nora Magee. A small foot, a neat foot, a dainty and fleet foot, No foot in the dance half so nimble you'd see; As gay as a fairy, and graceful and airy -- That's Nora, my Nora, sweet Nora Magee. Now teasing, now vexing, and always perplexing The heart that adores her to such a degree; Now frowning, now smiling, bewitching, beguiling -- That's Nora, my Nora, sweet Nora Magee. Dark eyes softly beaming, and pearly teeth gleaming, Capricious, and wilful, and charming is she; In kind mood or cruel, she's always my jewel -- My own darling Nora, sweet Nora Magee. |