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Hill and Dale doth boast thy blessing.

Thus we salute thee with our early Song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

John Milton

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Sister, awake! close not your eyes.

The day her light discloses,

And the bright morning doth arise

Out of her bed of roses.

See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,

In at our window peeping:

Lo, how he blusheth to espy

Us idle wenches sleeping!

Therefore awake! make haste, I say,

And let us, without staying,

All in our gowns of green so gay

Into the park a-maying.

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Here we come a-piping,

In Springtime and in May;

Green fruit a-ripening,

And Winter fled away.

The Queen she sits upon the strand,

Fair as lily, white as wand;

Seven billows on the sea,

Horses riding fast and free,

And bells beyond the sand.

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As we dance round a-ring-a-ring,

A maiden goes a-maying;

And here a flower, and there a flower,

Through mead and meadow straying:

O gentle one, why dost thou weep?—

Silver to spend with; gold to keep;