Love-Knot, The

Tying her bonnet under her chin,     She tied her raven ringlets in;     But, not alone in the silken snare     Did she catch her lovely floating hair,     For, tying her bonnet under her chin,     She tied a young man's heart within.     They were strolling together up the hill,     Where the wind comes blowing merry and chill;     And it blew the curls, a frolicsome race,     All over the happy peach-coloured face,     Till, scolding and laughing, she tied them in,     Under her beautiful dimpled chin.     And it blew a colour bright as the bloom     Of the pinkest fuchsia's tossing plume,     All over the cheeks of the prettiest girl     That ever imprisoned a romping curl,     Or, in tying her bonnet under her chin,     Tied a young man's heart within.     Steeper and steeper grew the hill,     Madder, merrier, chillier still,     The western wind blew down and played     The wildest tricks with the little maid,     As, tying her bonnet under her chin,     She tied a young man's heart within.     Oh, western wind, do you think it was fair     To play such tricks with her floating hair?     To gladly, gleefully do your best     To blow her against the young man's breast,     Where he as gladly folded her in,     And kissed her mouth and dimpled chin?     Oh, Ellery Vane! you little thought     An hour ago, when you besought     This country lass to walk with you,     After the sun had dried the dew,     What perilous danger you'd be in     As she tied her bonnet under her chin.