"I saw the gal and I remember just how she looked, but I couldn't put it into words to save my soul.

She was pretty and chipper and walked along as if she was part of the mornin'; but that don't tell you much, does it?
Yet I don't know what else to say.

P'raps you could help me by asking questions." "We'll see.

Was she light-complexioned?
Yellow hair, you know, and blue eyes ?" "No; I don't think she was.

Not what I call light.