... she had on a blue bonnet, and with a pair of lovely eyes of the same color, has contrived to make me feel devilish odd about the heart.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.

She had trapped the bird of salvation, sung to it, tamed it and wrung its neck.

Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.