Eyes just like a cherry, cheeks just like a rose, How I love my Dony, God in Heaven knows. 
Fair you well my Dony, Fair you well I say, Fair you well my Dony, Come another day. 
You can ride the old grey mare, I will ride the roan, When you go a-courtin’, Let my Dony alone. 
Preacher in the pulpit, Bible in his hand, Said he wouldn’t preach no more, Till he got another dram. 
Wish I had a band box, Put my Dony in, Take her out and kiss her, Put her back again. 
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