fragment—my girl she's airy
tune—“black jock.”
my girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;
her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in may;
a touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
she's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free;
she dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
i never am happy when out of her sight.