4Her step is firm, her cheeks are rosy,Her mouth is like a pretty posey,Made for laughing, made for talking,Her legs for dancing, climbing, walking.And should the lass do all her dootyA thousand peaks will feel her footy.The Highlands, Alps, and AppeninesShe'll climb with naught but bread and beans,And scramble through the highest passesWith jumping Chamois' eating grasses.And wandering far I think she'll soonTry all the Mountains of the Moon,The "Himmalaya", the very highest,The Rockies, Andes, wettest, driest,And fearing naught she'll make a pushFor weird and wondrous Hindu Kush.Meanwhile she keeps the classic shadesWith scores of studious Berkeley Maids,So cool, so calm, sedate she seems,Her Mountaineering looks like dreams.06270
Original letter dimensions: 28 x 21 cm.
Reel 13, Image 0950
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