Note C — XX BETWEEN THE PIPE AND THE CHAMPAGNE
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And then, what can a poor girl do?
She dons her good clothes, when 'tis fair:
The wind springs up, she's in a mess,
She cannot hold her hat in place
And skirts and flounces all at once;
Her eyes are quickly filled with dust,
When in her face the sly wind blows;
But 'tis more trait'rous far, my love,
When she sees not the wind's approach.