HER BONNET.
Her bonnet’s just the sweetest thing, It flouts the world as she goes by,
It’s tied down by the sweetest string, I'd love to be that string, but my ! The bonnet might not be the thing So sweet if I should be the string.
Her bonnet’s just the sweetest thing, It tips a bit above her eye, The birds, the birds begin to sing, They want to sing as she goes by, They think it’s daybreak, and, oh my It’s just because she’s passing by.
Her bonnet’s just the sweetest thing, It roofs in just the sweetest hair„ And eyes and mouth—the birds will sin They think it’s spring when she is ther It’s just because she’s passing by; I want that bonnet, but, 0 my!
White rose of roses, why be shy About the sweetest bonnet string? The lads, the lads will sigh and sigh, For Gods white rose that makes
spring And daybreak for the birds and I— Just want that bonnet, but, O my!
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Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume VI, Issue 8, 21 January 1905, Page 5 (Supplement)
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169HER BONNET. Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume VI, Issue 8, 21 January 1905, Page 5 (Supplement)
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