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KNOW a lassie, And she's a dear, I write and visit her Now and then, yet fear I ne'er shall speak my love.

Tell me her excellencies Did you say? No pen that ever wrote Can her portray, Or half her worth disclose.

She is sweet and true and real, And good and wise; All beauty known, Or that you may surmise, Is realized in her.

Just what she is, You see I cannot tell;