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The Girl That Elizabeth Drew
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Poem turned song. Vocals: Jessica Moran, Bass: Dan King
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"...I too play a guitar- but sometimes I play the fool" -John Lennon
Mostly, I write originals songs and record/produce the material at home. I just play acoustic/electric guitar, sometimes bass. I'll fill out the songs with other "instruments". Lately I've been filming renditions of these songs, doing covers of pop/rock songs, and making music videos of my material.
Song Info
Genre
Pop • Indie Pop
Charts
#419 today Peak #63
#73 in subgenre Peak #14
Author
Music: Geoffrey Orbegoso, Poem (lyrics) by Frances
Uploaded
July 17, 2025
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MP3 7.9 MB • 320 kbps • 3:26
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WAV 51.9 MB
Story behind the song
Poem by novelist (and great grandmother of mine) Frances Parkinson Keyes
Lyrics
The Girl That Elizabeth Drew Her face is as fresh as the morning Her mouth is like Cupid's bow. (Indeed, she could send off a mourning Some dozen poor Cupids or so!) Her bright eyes with mischief are laden And sparkling and clear and blue. She's a pretty and bright little maiden The girl that Elizabeth drew. She possesses a dignity olden. Her shoulders are rounded and bare, And powdered to snow, white from golden, Are her wonderful trusses of hair. She would b e coquettish and cruel, But in the end she'd be true. A rare and valuable jewel The girl that Elizabeth drew. The wonderful little maiden Has stolen my heart away I thought it was stolid and leaden But she- she has turned it to clay! She isn't a great painstaker, But loveable, kind and ture, Indeed, she's quite like her maker, The girl that Elizabeth drew! The Girl That Elizabeth Drew Her face is as fresh as the morning Her mouth is like Cupid's bow. (Indeed, she could send off a mourning Some dozen poor Cupids or so!) Her bright eyes with mischief are laden And sparkling and clear and blue. She's a pretty and bright little maiden The girl that Elizabeth drew. She possesses a dignity olden. Her shoulders are rounded and bare, And powdered to snow, white from golden, Are her wonderful trusses of hair. She would b e coquettish and cruel, But in the end she'd be true. A rare and valuable jewel The girl that Elizabeth drew. The wonderful little maiden Has stolen my heart away I thought it was stolid and leaden But she- she has turned it to clay! She isn't a great painstaker, But loveable, kind and ture, Indeed, she's quite like her maker, The girl that Elizabeth drew!
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