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4 Her 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 dooty A thousand peaks will feel her footy. The Highlands,
Alps, and Appenines She'll climb with naught but bread and beans, And scramble through the highest passes With jumping
Chamois' eating grasses. And wandering far I think she'll soon Try all the Mountains of the Moon, The Himmalaya , the
very highest, The Rockies, Andes, wettest, driest, And fearing naught she'll make a push For weird and wondrous Hindu Kush.
Meanwhile she keeps the classic shades With scores of studious Berkeley Maids, So cool, so calm, sedate she seems, Her
Mountaineering looks like dreams. 06270