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GIRLHOOD. |
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They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what
they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be
Queen o' the May.
They say he's dying all for love; but that can
never be: They say his heart is breaking, mother�but what
is that to me ? There's many a bolder lad 'ill woo me any summer
day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be
Queen o' the May.
Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made
the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from
far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be
Queen o' the May.
The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its
wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet
cuckoo-flowers ; And the wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in
swamps and hollows gray, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to
be Queen o' the May.
The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the
meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten
as they pass; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the
livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to
be Queen o' the May.
All the valley, mother, 'ill be fresh and green and
still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the
hill; And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily
glance and play, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be
Queen o' the May.
So you must wake and call me early, call me early,
mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad
New-year : |
To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest, mer�riest day,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. |
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NEW-YEARS-EVE.
If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear,
For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New-year.
It is the last New-year that I shall ever see,
Then you may lay me low i' the mold and think no more of me.
To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left be�hind
The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind.
And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see
The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.
Last May we made a crown of flowers: we had a
merry day; Beneath the hawthorn on the green they made me
Queen of May, Aud we danced about the May-pole and in the
hazel copse Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white
chimney-tops.
There's not a flower on all the hills; the frost is
on the pane: I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt, and the sun come
out on high; I long to see a flower so before the day I die.
The building rook 'ill caw from the windy, tall elm-tree,
And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea,
And the swallow 'ill come back again with sum�mer o'er the wave,
But I shall lie alone, mother, within the moldering grave.
Upon the chancel-casement, and upon that grave
of mine, In the early, early morning the summer sun 'ill
shine, |
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