Tied a young man’s heart within.

Steeper and steeper grew the hill;

Madder, merrier, chillier still

The western wind blew down and played

The wildest tricks with the little maid,

As, tying her bonnet under her chin,

She tied a young man’s heart within.

O western wind, do you think it was fair

To play such tricks with her floating hair?

To gladly, gleefully do your best