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THE WIND AND THE MAID.
At morning-tide the west wind went a-blowing,
And meeting a wee maid
Unto himself he said,
“I wonder where this little maid is going?”
And meeting a wee maid
Unto himself he said,
“I wonder where this little maid is going?”
“Surely, she must be yonder lily's sister,
Being so palely fair:”
And on her sun-dipp'd hair,
And on her eyes and mouth and cheeks he kissed her.
Being so palely fair:”
And on her sun-dipp'd hair,
And on her eyes and mouth and cheeks he kissed her.
And follow'd kissing, as she pluck'd a posy,
By hedge, and by brook side,
And home. Her grandam cried,
“Why little one, thy cheeks are growing rosy.”
By hedge, and by brook side,
And home. Her grandam cried,
“Why little one, thy cheeks are growing rosy.”
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