Eyes? Well, no, her eyes ain't much;
Guess you've seen a lot o' such.
Sort o' small, and bluey gray;
'Tain't her eyes, it's jest her way.

Hair ain't black, not even brown,
Got no gold upon her crown,
Sort o' ashy, I should say;
'Tain't her eyes, it's jest her way.

'Tain't her mouth, her mouth is wide,
Sort o' runs from side to side,
Seen 'em better ev'ry day;
'Tain't her mouth, it's jest her way.

Nose I reckon's nothing great,
Couldn't even swear it's straight.
Fact, I feel I'm free to say:
'Tain't her node, it's jest her way.

Figger's plain, complexion's red,
Got no style, I've heard it said.
Never learnt to sing or play
Or parley French; it's jest her way.

Love her well? I guess I do!
Love her mighty fond and true,
Love her better ev'ry day;
Dunno why; it's jest her way.