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QUEEN OF THE MAY.
STERN winter has left us,
The trees are in bloom,
And cowſlip and vi'lets
the meadows perfume,
While kids are diſporting,
and birds ſtill the ſpray,
I wait, for my Jockey,
to hail the new May.
Among the young lillies,
my Jonny I've ſtray'd.
Pinks, daiſies and woodbines,
I bring to my maid;
Here's thyme ſweetly ſmelling,
and lavender gay,
A poſy to form
the queen of the may.
