How Do You Know It?
" Oh, do you know, my daughter, that you've a pretty face? "
" Surely, and surely, mother mine! "
" But see, there's no mirror, not one in all the place,
So how do you know it, daughter mine? "
" Oh, up the road and down,
The fair folk and the brown,
They tell me there's no beauty like myself in all the town. "
" And how do they talk to you? — make haste to answer this —
And tell me no fibs, daughter mine;
Do they speak the Gorgio language, or good old Rommanis? "
" Oh, they needn't say a word, mother mine;
They need only smile so bland,
And I'm quick to understand
There isn't such a beauty as myself in all the land! "
" Surely, and surely, mother mine! "
" But see, there's no mirror, not one in all the place,
So how do you know it, daughter mine? "
" Oh, up the road and down,
The fair folk and the brown,
They tell me there's no beauty like myself in all the town. "
" And how do they talk to you? — make haste to answer this —
And tell me no fibs, daughter mine;
Do they speak the Gorgio language, or good old Rommanis? "
" Oh, they needn't say a word, mother mine;
They need only smile so bland,
And I'm quick to understand
There isn't such a beauty as myself in all the land! "
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