THE DIMPLES IN HER CHEEKS

Oh, the dimples in her cheeks (oh, the dimples in her cheeks)
And the ribbons in her hair (and the ribbons in her hair)
And the rosebuds on her lips (and the rosebuds on her lips)
And that lacy underwear
Oh, the dimples in her cheeks

There’s a gal who lives near me, pretty as a pin.
Whenever I go by her place, she always lets me in.
She’s a gal without no brains; she’s simple, so they say;
But when I take her in the woods, she always knows the way.

Oh, the dimples in her cheeks (oh, the dimples in her cheeks)
And the sunburn on her knees (and the sunburn on her knees)
And the music in her voice (and the music in her voice)
And she tries so hard to please
Oh, the sunburn on her knees

When first we met she was wearing pants pushing an old iron plough.
At first I thought she was a boy but I don’t think so now.
Sometimes we go for buggy rides and other times we walk.
I’d like to ask the gal her name but we don’t get time to talk.

Oh, the dimples in her cheeks (oh, the dimples in her cheeks)
And the way she looks at me (and the way she looks at me)
And her fingers and her feet[?] (and her fingers and her feet[?])
And her feminine ...[?]
Oh, her feminine ...[?]

Whenever she walks out with me, the townsfolk stop and stare
They never seen such pretty things she’s stolen round the square
She really has so many charms I’m always such a dunce[?]
Like trying hard to get my arm round ev’rything at once

Oh, the dimples in her cheeks (oh, the dimples in her cheeks)
And the freckles on her back (and the freckles on her back)
And the starlight in her eyes (and the starlight in her eyes)
And she loves my brother Jack
What a shame she married Jack

Oh, the dimples in her cheeks – and the ribbons in her hair
And the rosebuds on her lips – and the lacy underwear
Oh, the dimples in her cheeks – and the sunburn on her knees
And the music in her voice – and she tries so hard to please
Oh, the dimples in her cheeks – and the freckles on her back
And the starlight in her eyes
And she loves my brother Jack