For ’twill never do to fret

Whilst we are a-straying.

Only laughter ringing clear,

Waking echo far and near;

You and I so happy dear;

A-Maying! A-Maying!

TRIBUTE

TO prove myself—aye, that’s my aim,

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To prove myself for those

Who took me by the hand and held,

Nor cared if others chose

To notice or pass coldly by.

Thro’ stormiest of weather

Stood ever at my side, and said

We’ll face the world together!

GOOD-BYE

 She

GOOD-bye, yes, I’ve decided

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