Jest her way

Eyes? Well, no, her eyes ain't much;

Guess you've seen a lot o' such.

Sort o' small, and bluey gray;

'Tain't her eyes, it's jest her way.

Hair ain't black, not even brown,

Got no gold upon her crown,

Sort o' ashy, I should say;

'Tain't her eyes, it's jest her way.

'Tain't her mouth, her mouth is wide,

Sort o' runs from side to side,

Seen 'em better ev'ry day;

'Tain't her mouth, it's jest her way.

Nose I reckon's nothing great,

Couldn't even swear it's straight.

Fact, I feel I'm free to say:

'Tain't her node, it's jest her way.

Figger's plain, complexion's red,

Got no style, I've heard it said.

Never learnt to sing or play

Or parley French; it's jest her way.

Love her well? I guess I do!

Love her mighty fond and true,

Love her better ev'ry day;

Dunno why; it's jest her way.