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The fairest thing on land or sea
Is the Southern girl, to me.
You should see her when the stars
Come studding all the sky;
And feel her beaming eye
On you when the moon is full---
Fairest of all that's fair is she,
The Southern girl, to me.
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You should hear her laugh by night,
In the moonlight clear and bright,
When the zephyrs light and low,
Across the gardens steal,
To play with the Marechal-Neil,
And caress the beautiful girl---
Fairest of all that's fair is she,
The Southern girl, to me.
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Beneath the Marechal-Neil by night,
In the hush of the dead twilight,
You should meet the Southern girl;
And hear the angel sing,
The bonny angel sing;
And feast on wit, and joy, and love---
Fairest of all that's fair is she,
The Southern girl, to me.
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The vocal enwoven beauty
Of her graces ever cheers me,
As I listen to the cadence
Of her metrical airs,
Whene'er she trills and dares
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~~~Samuel Alfred Beadle~~~
"What she was only her husband knew, and even he stood before her in dumb, half-amazed admiration, as he might before the inscrutable vision of a superior being. What she really was, was only known to God." --Thomas Nelson Page
"The allure of Southern women is undeniable. Men are captivated by them, other women are mystified. Even the South's most treacherous enemy, General William Sherman, fell victim to the fluttery charms of a Georgia belle and loved her to the end of his life. So, what does a Southern woman have that other women do not possess? Simply put, Southern belles survive in a man's world while wrapped in a pouf of flowery femininity and gracious manners."
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