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OW the spring is coming on,
Now the snow and ice are gone,
Ah! I see your little head
For the mild south wind doth blow,
So, your pretty flower shew,
What shall he eat? White bread and butter.
SE, nose, jolly red nose;
And what gave thee that jolly red nose ? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red nose.