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I know a little girl,

But I won't tell who!

Her hair is of the gold,

And her eyes are of the blue.

Her smile is of the sweet,

And her heart is of the true.

Such a pretty little girl! —

But I won't tell who.

I see her every day,

But I won't tell where!

It may be in the lane,

By the thorn-tree there.

It may be in the garden,

By the rose-beds fair.

Such a pretty little girl! —

But I won't tell where.

I'll marry her some day,

But I won't tell when!

The very smallest boys

Make the very biggest men.

When I'm as tall as father,

You may ask about it then.

Such a pretty little girl! —

But I won't tell when.