A Rhyme of the Pretty Girls of Colac [31 May 1892]

A Rhyme of the Pretty Girls of Colac

In this dear Southern land of ours,
Of pretty girls there’s no lack;
And there are none more fair to see
Than the pretty girls of Colac.

But as, tho’ in the universe
Unnumber’d suns are burning,
There’s only one that shine’s for me,
Despite the scholar’s learning.

So, ’mongst the sweetest, fairest maids
That e’er were born of mothers,
There’s one that seems more fair to be,
And sweeter than the others.

Oh ! I can tell what no one knows —
And yet ’tis worth the knowing —
About this maid, the sweetest thing
Upon the earth that’s going.

Her lovely eyes are full of shades,
Where mirth delights to linger;
Her hair is bright and shines like gold,
When stretch’d upon the finger.

So quick, so warm, her bosom throbs,
And she withal so modest,
That one can see it heave and fall,
Altho’ ’tis rightly bodic’d.

Ah yes, in this dear land of ours,
Of pretty girls there’s no lack;
But none these are more fair to see,
Than the pretty girls of Colac.

And he that loves not pretty girls,
Or does not love them rightly,
Deserves to dream of witches foul,
And be tormented nightly.

L.L.



Source:
The Colac Herald (Colac, Vic.), Tuesday 31 May 1892, page 3

[Editor: Corrected “Ryhme” to “Rhyme”.]

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