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 HAD a silver buckle,
 * I sewed it on my shoe,

And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe
 * I danced the evening through.

I had a bunch of cowslips,
 * I hid them in a grot,

In case the elves should come by night
 * And me remember not.

I had a yellow riband,
 * I tied it in my hair,

That, walking in the garden,
 * The birds might see it there.

I had a secret laughter,
 * I laughed it near the wall:

Only the ivy and the wind
 * May tell of it at all.