Jest her way
Language: English
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.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by George Aitken (b. 1882), "Jest her way" [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-11-26
Line count: 24
Word count: 150