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TRICKSY.
It was a tricksy girl, I wot, albeit clad in grey:
She woo'd me, an I would or not, and stole my heart away.
This tricksy maid
This trick she play'd
One warm spring day.
She woo'd me, an I would or not, and stole my heart away.
This tricksy maid
This trick she play'd
One warm spring day.
So sad, so simple, so demure, 'twas nothing she might say,
But wimpled eyes which did secure the prize of all her play.
This tricksy maid:
Love-sick, I play'd
My heart away.
But wimpled eyes which did secure the prize of all her play.
This tricksy maid:
Love-sick, I play'd
My heart away.
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