DAINTY DORA

By Edward Smyth Jones

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!