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 Ten thousand pretty flowers appear, To deck the little children's hair, Fa-la-la-la, fa-la.

The cuckoo's picked up all the dirt. The trees are all in bloom. If pleasant music may divert, Each bush affords a tune. The pigeon sings in every grove, And milkmaids warble songs of love, Fa-la-la-la, fa-la.

Come out into the cowslip-meads, The pleasant wood and spring, And listen in the beeches' shades Where nightingale doth sing. Sweet nightingale whose warbling throat, Far, far excels my sorry note, Fa-la-la-la, fa-la.

XXXIII. WINTER SONG

When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen, And the meadows their beauty have lost; When nature's disrobed of her garment of green, And the streams are fast bound by the frost;