Dainty Dora
By Edward Smyth Jones
TO D. M. M.
Greeks once sang a lovely song
To their maiden Cora;
But my lay floats soft along
To my Dainty Dora.
Frenchmen sing of Anne Belle,
Romans sang of Flora;
But I sing my song to tell
Of my Dainty Dora.
Scotchmen sing their songs to move
Mary or Debora;
But I sing my song of love -
Love for Dainty Dora.
Poets now a song may give
Psyche or Lenora;
But I'll sing long as I live
Just for Dainty Dora!
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