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  1. The wing of the blackbird is the hue of her hair
    The hue of the rose is the face of my fair
    & yet she's a romekin slomekin thing
    & as wild as a filly let loose in the spring
    Shell jump oer the anthills as quick as a bee
    & shout to the birds on their nests in the tree
    Shes a good-for-nothing romikin slomekin thing
    Yet as sweet as a queen by the side of a King

    Shes healthy & wealthy & wild as a bird
    & startles with fear if a bramble be stirred
    When far from her home she will run like the roe
    & thinks rudeness watching where eer she may go
    But she has good excuses for being so wild
    Shes a woman in size while shes only a child
    She pictures in fancy what innocence means
    & sports like a baby not yet in her teens

    O girlhood has joys what her mother would fain
    Recall to herself if they would come back again
    & so would we all but ones youth is the time
    For health love & innocence justs in their prime
    A child so loves nature she does not mean sin
    Only see what a rolicking humour shes in
    Shes a young sweet & good-for-naught rolicking thing
    Yet as fair as a queen by the side of a King

    LP I 365

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