1.
The little maid with whom you played
Would be a chatter-box.
But that my second round my first
Unfortunately locks;
So blushing in her pride, she sits
And mends her father's socks.
2.
My first is on the milk-maid seen,
And on the belted knight,
And on the champion cricketer,
And on the lady bright.
My second's scattered everywhere
In earth and air and sea.
And for my third, it's owned to be
The birthright of the free.
And in my whole, if trouble come,
All patriots in a trice
Would march in armor to the front,
Though life should be the price.
3.
My first is without color.
My second is without beauty.
My whole is always useful, and is an adjunct of the beautiful.