THERE'S not a may in Ellerton <br />By half so sweet to look upon? <br />In all the country round there's none <br /> So sweet as Dora Dee. <br /> <br />The blood-red rose to passer by, <br />May show with pride its precious dye; <br />There's not a bloom can charm the eye <br /> Like little Dora Dee. <br /> <br />The linnet's self its head may rear, <br />And pipe a note wild, sweet, and clear; <br />There's not a bird can charm the ear <br /> Like little Dora Dee. <br /> <br />The lady in yon castle grand, <br />May knees of noble lords command; <br />There's not a lady in the land <br /> The peer of Dora Dee.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dora-dee/
