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But sickening of a vague disease,
You know so ill to deal with time,

You needs must play such pranks as these.

Clara, Clara Vere de Vere,

If Time be heavy on your hands,
Are there no beggars at your gate,
Nor any poor

about
your

lands?
O! teach the orphan-boy to read,

Or teach the orphan-girl to sew,
Pray Heaven for a human heart,

And let the foolish yeoman go.

THE MAY QUEEN.

I.

You must wake and call me early, call me early,

mother dear; To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad

New-year; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest,

merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o’the May.

II.

There's many a black, black eye, they say, but none

so bright as mine There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caro

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But none so fair as little Alice in all the land, they

say:

So I'm to be Queen o’the May, mother, I'm to be

Queen o’ the May.

III.

I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never

wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to

break: But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and

garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o' the May.

IV.

As I came up the valley, whom think ye should I see, But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel

tree ? He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him

yesterday, But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o' the May.

V.

He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in

white, And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of

light. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what

they say For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o' the May.

VI.

They say he's dying all for love, but that can never

be: They say his heart is breaking, mother--what is

that to me? There's many a bolder lad ’ill woo me any summer

day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o' the May.

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VII.

Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there, too, mother, to see me made

the Queen: For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from

far away,

And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o' the May.

VIII.

The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its

wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet

cuckoo-flowers; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in

swamps and hollows gray, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o’the May.

IX.

The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the

meadow grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten

as they pass; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the

livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o’ the May.

X.

All the valley, mother, ’ill be fresh and green and

still, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the

hill, And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily

glance and play, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o' the May.

XI.

So you must wake and call me early, call me early,

mother dear, To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad

New-year: To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest, mer

riest day, For I'm to be Queen o’the May, mother, I'm to

be Queen o’the May.

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

I.

[F you're waking call me early, call me early,

mother dear, For I would see the sun rise upon the glad New

year. It is the last New-year that I shall ever see, Then you may lay me low i' the mould, and think

no more of me.

II.

To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my

peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall

never see

The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the

tree.

Last May we made a crown of flowers: we had a

merry day; Beneath the hawthorn on the green they made me

Queen of May;

And we danced about the May-pole and in the

hazel copse,

Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white

chimney-tops.

IV.

There's not a flower on all the hills: the frost is on

the pane:

I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again:
I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out

on high:
I long to see a flower so before the day I die.

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The building rook 'ill caw from the windy tall elnı

tree, And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea, And the swallow ’ill come back again with summer

o'er the wave, But I shall lie alone, mother, within the moulder

ing grave.

VI.

Upon the chancel-casement, and upon that grave

of mine, In the early early morning the summer sun 'ill

shine, Before the red cock crows from the farm upon the

hill, When you are warm-asleep, mother, and all the

world is still.

VII.

When the flowers come again, mother, beneath the

waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at

night; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow

cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bul

rush in the pool.

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