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THE MAY QUEEN.
iii.
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.
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.
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.