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   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