And soon the poor bonnet was out of harm.

“Be glad, my child, of the wind, for you know,

It makes Mr. Somebody’s windmill go!”

Cho.—Windmill go! windmill go!

It makes Mr. Somebody’s windmill go.

There’s many a thing that seems “just too bad!”

To this little lass or that little lad;

But, dears, that which hardest to you may be,

May fill Mr. Somebody’s heart with glee.

Cho.—Heart with glee! heart with glee!