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26 I wonder who'll be chosen queen,

I know who'd like to play it;

There's none so tall as me, I ween,

Nor prettier—tho' I say it.

And Lubin always says I tread

As stately as a Venus,

When I've one milk-pail on my head,

And another's held between us.

[Enter, &c.

'Long looked for, come at last,' they say—

I've wanted you for hours;

And now you have not a bouquet!

Here, take some garden-flowers.

"No, Dora, none of these for me,

To you I'll leave the rose,

And violets, too—for both, I see,

Your cheek and eye disclose.

And Marion may mate her pale

And fair face with the lily;

And jealous Nancy cannot fail

To choose the daffodilly.