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Once from a big, big building, / When I was small, small, / The queer folk in the windows / Would smile at me and call.
And in the hard wee gardens / Such pleasant men would hoe: / "Sir, may we touch the little girl's hair! "- / It was so red, you know.
They cut me coloured asters / With shears so sharp and neat, / They brought me grapes and plums and pears / And pretty cakes to eat.
And out of all the windows, / No matter where we went, / The merriest eyes would follow me / And make me compliment.
There were a thousand windows, / All latticed up and down.
And up to all the windows, / When we went back to town, / The queer folk put their faces, / As gentle as could be;
"Come again, little girl! " they called, and I
Called back, "You come see me! "