MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay; <br />Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May; <br />A touch of her lips it ravishes quite: <br />She's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free; <br />She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me; <br />I never am happy when out of her sight.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-girl-she-s-airy-a-fragment/
