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| TYING her bonnet under her chin, | |
| She tied her raven ringlets in. | |
| But not alone in the silken snare | |
| Did she catch her lovely floating hair, | |
| For, tying her bonnet under her chin, | 5 |
| She tied a young man’s heart within. | |
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| They were strolling together up the hill, | |
| Where the wind came blowing merry and chill; | |
| And it blew the curls a frolicsome race, | |
| All over the happy peach-colored face. | 10 |
| Till scolding and laughing, she tied them in, | |
| Under her beautiful, dimpled chin. | |
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| And it blew a color, bright as the bloom | |
| Of the pinkest fuchsia’s tossing plume, | |
| All over the cheeks of the prettiest girl | 15 |
| That ever imprisoned a romping curl, | |
| Or, in tying her bonnet under her chin, | |
| Tied a young man’s heart within. | |
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| Steeper and steeper grew the hill, | |
| Madder, merrier, chiller still, | 20 |
| The western wind blew down, and played | |
| The wildest tricks with the little maid, | |
| As, tying her bonnet under her chin, | |
| She tied a young man’s heart within. | |
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| O western wind, do you think it was fair | 25 |
| To play such tricks with her floating hair? | |
| To gladly, gleefully, do your best | |
| To blow her against the young man’s breast, | |
| Where he has gladly folded her in, | |
| And kissed her mouth and dimpled chin? | 30 |
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| O Ellery Vane, you little thought, | |
| An hour ago, when you besought | |
| This country lass to walk with you, | |
| After the sun had dried the dew, | |
| What terrible danger you ’d be in, | 35 |
| As she tied her bonnet under her chin. | |
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