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QUEEN OF THE MAY.

TERN winter has left us,

The trees are in bloom,

And cowlip and vi'lets

the meadows perfume,

While kids are diporting,

and birds till the pray,

I wait, for my Jockey,

to hail the new May.

Among the young lillies,

my Jonny I've tray'd.

Pinks, daiies and woodbines,

I bring to my maid;

Here's thyme weetly melling,

and lavender gay,

A poy to form

the queen of the may.