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 THE MAY MORN BOUQUET.

alone.

! the morn is bright, the sky is blue,

The sun is shining cheery;

And the may-pole's dressed—but where are you,

My Lubin—where's my dearie?

I've put on all my finest things,

(This kerchief looks so natty!)

My ears have now as handsome rings

As those Will bought for Patty.