As she strolled across the down,
And held her dress skirt rather—
Oh, now, you needn’t frown.
For you know the dew was heavy,
And your boots, I know, were thin;
So a little extra brevi-
ty in skirts was sure, no sin.
Besides, who minds a cousin?
First, second, even third,—
I’ve kissed ’em by the dozen,