fragment—my girl she's airy
    tune—“black jock.”
    my girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;
    her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in may;
    a touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
    she's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free;
    she dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
    i never am happy when out of her sight.