Chorus There's not a maid in Ellerton By half so fair to look upon - In all the country round there's none So sweet as Dora Dee.
The blood-red rose to passer by,
May show with pride its precious dye;
There's not a bloom can charm the eye
Like little Dora Dee.
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| The linnet green its head may rear, And pipe a note wild, sweet, and clear; There's not a bird can charm the ear Like little Dora Dee.
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The lady in yon castle grand, May scores of noble lords command; There's not a lady in the land The peer of Dora Dee. Chorus |