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.