Airy

  fragment—my girl she's airy
  tune—“black jock.”
  my girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;
  her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in may;
  a touch of her lips it ravishes quite:
  she's always good natur'd, good humour'd, and free;
  she dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;
  i never am happy when out of her sight.