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The May Queen.

You must mind and call me early, call me early, Mother

dear, To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New-year; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day, For ’Im to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen

o the May.

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

bright as mine; There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline; But none so fair as little Alice in all the land, they say; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen

o the May.

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.

As I came up the valley, whom think ye should I see,
But Robert leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree ?
He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yester-

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

o'the May.

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Cras Dione jura dicet fulta sublimi throno.

MANE, mater, excita me, mane quam maturrime,
Cras enim recentis anni lux erit lætissima;
Cras recentis illa veris hilaris, audax, improba :
Ipsa Domina feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero.

Sunt nigris, aiunt, ocellis; sed mei nigerrimi;
Sunt Maria et Margarita, cumque Cathara Carula ;
Omnium sed parvam Elisam prædicant pulcerrimam :
Domina quare feriarum, mater, et Princeps ero.

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Atqui, ut experrecta fuerim, noctem adeo perdormio,
Voce fac clara voces me, modo dies illuxerit ;
Namque primulas legendum, colligandum nodulos,
Domina quoniam feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero.

En ! jugo subire adorsa repperi, quemnam putas ?
Ponte Mærin insidentem repperi, corylum prope:
Ille quam torvum tuebar here, reor, consciverat :
At ego Domina feriarum, mater, et Princeps ero.

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.

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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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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.

The honey-suckle 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.

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Ille me spectrum putavit, candidatam contuens, Recta euntem, nec loquentem, lucis ut scintillulam : Me vocant crudelem amicæ ; sed mea nil interest : Domina namque feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero.

Deperit me, aiunt, amando; at non ego illis credula :
Deperit, mater, dolendo ; atqui mea quid interest ?
Pulcriores, fortiores, quippe erunt proci mihi ;
Et ego Domina feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero.

Nec minus tenella mecum feriabitur soror ;
Tuque me, mater, velis videre fieri principem :
Nam juventus undequaque veniet agricolantium ;
Et ego Domina feriarum, pubis et Princeps ero.

En! casas intexit udas postibus caprifolium,
Inque pratis per canales cardamina suaveolet,
Subter in stagnis coruscat orbe caltha flammeo :
Ipsa Domina feriarum, mater, et Princeps ero.

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

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. 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.

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; 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.

Tennyson,

Twinkle, Twinkle.

TWINKLE, twinkle, little Star;
How I wonder what you are !
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing Sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,

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