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90 Ah! then I took thy hand, Mary!

Thy lily snow-white hand;

And walked along the sand, Mary!

The milk-white road of sand.

For thou wert that to me, Mary!

That all on earth to me,

That I will be to thee, Mary!

In Heaven above to thee.

I caught thee round the waist, Mary!

The slender Sylph-like waist,

And felt my heart beat fast, Mary!

Because thine own beat fast.

For thou wert that to me, Mary!

That all on earth to me,

That I will be to thee, Mary!

In Heaven above to thee.

Such words fell from thy tongue, Mary!

Such sweet words from thy tongue,

That when you talked you sung, Mary!

You never talked but sung.

Then thou wert that to me, Mary!

That all on earth to me,

That I will be to thee, Mary!

In Heaven above to thee.

Thus through the month of May, Mary!

The flower-crowned month of May,

We, courting, went to play, Mary!

And courted in our play.