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 | The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman |  |
II
Fie, for shame, Sir Malcontent!
How can time be better spent
Than in wooing? I would wed
When the clover blossoms red,
When the air is full of bliss.
And the sunshine like a kiss.
If you 're good I'll grant a boon:
You shall have me, sir, in June.
How can time be better spent
Than in wooing? I would wed
When the clover blossoms red,
When the air is full of bliss.
And the sunshine like a kiss.
If you 're good I'll grant a boon:
You shall have me, sir, in June.
Nay, nay, nay,
Girls for once should have their way!
If you love me, wait till June:
Rosebuds wither, picked too soon.
Girls for once should have their way!
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Rosebuds wither, picked too soon.
| The poems of Edmund Clarence Stedman | |