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PERPLEXITY. 139 
LOVE IN A MIST. 
Language PERPLEXITY. 
When I was a wee little slip of a girl, 
Too artless and young for a prude, 
The men, as I passed, would exclaim, " Pretty dear ! 
Which, I must say, I thought rather rude ; 
Rather rude, so I did ; 
Which, I must say, I thought rather rude. 
However, thought I, when I'm once in my teens, 
They'd sure cease to worry me then ; 
But as I grew older, so they grew the bolder 
Such impudent things are the men ; 
Are the men, are the men ; ^ 
Such impudent things are the men. 
But of all the bold things I could ever suppose 
Yet how could I take it amiss ? 
Was that of my impudent cousin last night, 
When he actually gave me a kiss ! 
Ay, a kiss, so he did ! 
When he actually gave me a kiss ! 
I quickly reproved him ; but ah, in such tones, 
That, ere we were half through the glen. 
My anger to smother, he gave me another 
Such strange, coaxing things are the men ; 
Are the men, are the men ; 
Such stranore, coaxing thinojs are the men. 
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