Oh! there's no such girl as mine

S. Foster

Oh! there's no such girl as mine,

In all this wide world round,

With her hair of gold so fine,

And her voice of silver sound,

Her eyes are as black as the sloe,

Her lips in a smile combine,

Her breath is as pure as the snow,

There's no such girl as mine.

Oh! there's no such girl as mine,

In all this wide world round,

With her hair of gold so fine,

And her voice of silver sound.

Oh her soul in sweetness flows,

She's gainer of all hearts,

There's a smile where'er she goes,

And a sigh when she departs,

She's love by rich and poor,

She is free from all dark design

She's welcome at every door,

There's no such girl as mine.

Oh! there's no such girl as mine,

In all this wide world round,

With her hair of gold so fine,

And her voice of silver sound.

She is light to the banquet ball,

She's balm to the couch of care,

When around us troubles fall,

She calmly takes her share,

At home or when far away,

Her virtues ever shine,

Her heart is as open as day,

There's no such girl as mine,

Oh! there's no such girl as mine,

In all this wide world round,

With her hair of gold so fine,

And her voice of silver sound.