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He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was

all in white, And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash

of light. They call ine cruel-hearted, but I care not what

they say, For I’m to be Queen oʻthe 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, — 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,

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“It is the last New-year that I shall ever see.”

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,

merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm

to be Queen o’the May.

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

G F you 're waking call me early, call me.

es early, mother dear, Se 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 mould, and

think no more of me.

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