  Once I was a little page To a May-day queen, And I wore a little coat Made of Lincoln green. Oh, the queen was beautiful! And she had a bright Crown of golden cuckoo-buds And violets blue and white. On the step beside her throne I sat very still, Ready, as a page should be, To obey her will. And before us little girls, Each with garlands gay, Round a May-pole danced and sang Almost all the day. |
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