Текст оригинала на английском языке
Her mouth is all of roses, Her eyes are violets; And round her cheek at hide and seek Love plays among the roses That dimple on her cheek. Her heart is all caprices, Her will is yea and nay; And with a smile can she beguile My heart to the caprices That dance upon her smile. Her looks are merely sunshine, Her tears are only rain; But if she will I follow still The flitting way of sunshine Whatever way she will. And if she will I love her, And if she put me by, Despite her will I follow still. And will she let me love her? Ha, ha! I think she will.
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