If you passed her in your city <br />You would call her badly dressed, <br />But the faded homespun covers <br />Such a heart in such a breast! <br />True, her rosy face is freckled <br />By the sun's abundant flame, <br />But she's mine with all her failings, <br />And I love her just the same. <br /> <br />If her hands are red they grapple <br />To my hands with splendid strength, <br />For she's mine, all mine's the beauty <br />Of her straight and lovely length! <br />True, her hose be think and homely <br />And her speech is homely, too; <br />But she's mine! her rarest charm is <br />She's for me, and not for you!<br /><br />Norman Rowland Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-country-love/
