| Blue Eyed Mary When winter's chill has scarce left earth
 And April winds blow "Hey down derry !"
 Comes gaily dancing down my hill
 Sweet, laughing, Blue-eyed-mary.
 
 She wears a dress of bronzy green
 Draped round her light and airy;
 She lifts the loveliest face I've seen
 Brave, tender, Blue-eyed-mary.
 
 Her eyes shine like the azure sky, Her step light as a fairy; Her face, no crystal drift so white,
 Dear, steadfast, Blue-eyed-mary.
 
 My hat is off to Bouncing Bet,
 Gill-over-the-ground runs quite contrary,
 Black-eyed-Susan is my pet;
 But I'm in love with Blue-eyed-mary.
 
 ~Gene Stratton Porter
 
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