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Cheerily carols the lark

Over the cot.

Merrily whistles the clerk

Scratching a blot.

But the lark

And the clerk,

I remark,

Comfort me not!

Over the ripening peach

Buzzes the bee.

Splash on the billowy beach

Tumbles the sea.

But the peach

And the beach

They are each

Nothing to me!

And why?

Who am I?

Daft Madge!

Crazy Meg!

Mad Margaret!

Poor Peg!

He!

he!

he!

he! (chuckling)

Mad, I?

Yes, very!

But why?

Mystery!

Don’t call!

No crime — '

Tis only

That I’m Love-lonely!

That’s all!

To a garden full of posies

Cometh one to gather flowers,

And he wanders through its bowers

Toying with the wanton roses,

Who, uprising from their beds,

Hold on high their shameless heads

With their pretty lips a-pouting,

Never doubting — never doubting

That for Cytherean posies

He would gather aught but roses!

In a nest of weeds and nettles

Lay a violet, half-hidden,

Hoping that his glance unbidden

Yet might fall upon her petals.

Though she lived alone, apart,

Hope lay nestling at her heart,

But, alas, the cruel awaking

Set her little heart a-breaking,

For he gathered for his posies

Only roses — only roses!

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