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 , my mother, come!

Let thy generous hand be seen,

Pouring presents on the queen.

a present thou—

Many a present thou shalt bring

For the queen and for the king.

will build a throne

For the king, of precious stones,

And of gold that's fit for thrones.

the queen we'll build

Thrones of peacock's feathers, dight,

With the flowers of May-time bright.

mother! come,

To the king a friendly greeting,

Welcome to the queen repeating.

offerings your's—

Baskets seven of eggs provide,

And three kops of groats beside.