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Rh Gay is the golden harvest spreading,

The orchard's all in rose and gold;

Who said it was a mournful wedding?

My hand in yours, Love, is not cold.

Go glad and gay to meet the foeman,

I love you to my latest breath;

Oh, love, there is no happier woman,

See, I am smiling! Love—till death!