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97 The fair maiden straight donned her best array,

And forth to the festival hied away:

But scarce had she gone

Ere the storm came on,

And, 'mid thunder and rain,

She cried, oft and again,

"Oh! would I had minded yon boding flower,

And were safe at home from the pelting shower."

Now, maidens, the tale that I tell would say,

Don't don fine clothes on a doubtful day;

Nor ask advice, when, like many more,

Your resolve was taken some time before.