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OULD you know the kind of maid Sets my heart a flame-a? Eyes must be downcast and staid,
 * Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
 * She may neither dance nor sing,
 * But, demure in everything,
 * Hang her head in modest way,
 * With pouting lips that seem to say
 * "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
 * Though I die of shame-a,"
 * Please you, that's the kind of maid
 * Sets my heart a flame-a!