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Chloris! arch young Chloris! Sweetest maid of Sydney town, I perceive she grows a woman, And can take admirers down. Yet I knew her when ten summers Scarce had breathed on her cheek— But even then she was a lady Mixed of quizzical and meek.

Yes, her air was very queenly, As amid "those babes," she stood; And her face was very solemn, Wearing its inquiring mood.

Rarely now she lights our pathways, True, the lads did gaze too hard; But the treasure hide not, Chloris, Once was seen in thy regard.