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'Twas just a slight flirtation, / And where's the harm, I pray, / In that amusing pastime / So much in vogue to-day?
Her hand was plighted elsewhere / To one she held most dear, / But why should she sit lonely / When other men were near?
They walked to church together, / They sat upon the shore. / She found him entertaining, / He found her something more.
They rambled in the moonlight; / It made her look so fair. / She let him praise her beauty, / And kiss her flowing hair.
'Twas just a nice flirtation. / 'So sad the fellow died. / Was drowned one day while boating, / The week she was a bride.'
A life went out in darkness, / A mother's fond heart broke, / A maiden pined in secret -- / With grief she never spoke.
While robed in bridal whiteness, / Queen of a festal throng, / She moved, whose slight flirtation / Had wrought this triple wrong.