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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.

viii.
The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers,
And by the meadowtrenches blow the faint sweet cuckooflowers;
And the wild marshmarigold 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.

ix.
The nightwinds come and go, mother, upon the meadowgrass,
And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass;