Roguish Nancy drops her eyelids
Just like Cupid down.
Lifts them slowly up and then bids
That you dare a frown.
Winsome Nancy looking at you,
Smiles with sweetest grace.
That the roses glancing upward
Blush to see her face.
Notes
Taken from the Book: Christmas Lyrics of 1936 (1936)
Published By: Beacon Publishing, New York
Thanks to Nam for retrieving this from obscurity
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