. The book of ballads . t ^.S-. LiGHTSo^iE, brightsome, cousin mine ! Easy, breezy Caroline!With tliy locks all raven-sliaded,From tliy merry brow up-braided,And thine eyes of laughter full, Brightsome cousin mine !Thou in chains of love hast bound me-Wherefore dost thou flit around me, Laughter-loviug- Caroline ? When I fain would go to sleep In my easj chair,Wherefore on my slumbers creep—WTierefore start me from repose,Tickling of my hooked nose, Pulling of my hair ?Wherefore, then, if thou dost love me,So to words of anger move me, Corking of this face of mine, Tricksv cousin Carohne ? * ^

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. The book of ballads . t ^.S-. LiGHTSo^iE, brightsome, cousin mine ! Easy, breezy Caroline!With tliy locks all raven-sliaded,From tliy merry brow up-braided,And thine eyes of laughter full, Brightsome cousin mine !Thou in chains of love hast bound me-Wherefore dost thou flit around me, Laughter-loviug- Caroline ? When I fain would go to sleep In my easj chair,Wherefore on my slumbers creep—WTierefore start me from repose,Tickling of my hooked nose, Pulling of my hair ?Wherefore, then, if thou dost love me,So to words of anger move me, Corking of this face of mine, Tricksv cousin Carohne ? * ^^^

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