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198 ::My second winter’s over,
 * Alas! and I, alas! and I
 * Have no accepted lover:
 * Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why.

His flowers my bosom shaded
 * One sunny day, one sunny day;

The next they fled and faded,
 * Beau and bouquet, beau and bouquet.

In vain, at balls and parties,
 * I’ve thrown my net, I’ve thrown my net;

This waltzing, watching heart is
 * Unchosen yet, unchosen yet.
 * My second winter’s over,
 * Alas! and I, alas! and I
 * Have no accepted lover:
 * Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why.

They tell me there’s no hurry
 * For Hymen’s ring, for Hymen’s ring;

And I’m too young to marry:
 * ’Tis no such thing, ’tis no such thing.

The next spring-tides will dash on
 * My eighteenth year, my eighteenth year;

It puts me in a passion,
 * Oh, dear, oh dear! oh dear, oh dear!
 * My second winter’s over,
 * Alas! and I, alas! and I
 * Have no accepted lover:
 * Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why.