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Rh Alas! no fancies such as these E'er crossed the dear child's thoughts. I see 'tis but the evening breeze That with the curtain sports.

 DECLARATION OF WAR

, would I resembled The country girls fair, Who rosy-red ribbons And yellow hats wear!

To believe I was pretty I thought was allowed; In the town I believed it When by the youth vowed.

Now that spring hath returned, All my joys disappear; The girls of the country Have lured him from here.

To change dress and figure, Was needful, I found, My bodice is longer, My petticoat round.

My hat now is yellow, My bodice like snow; The clover to sickle With others I go.

Something pretty, ere long Midst the troop he explores; The eager boy signs me To go within doors. 