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THE GARDEN.
Come, children, and now to the garden we'll go,
Where cowslips and snow-drops and buttercups grow.
Where cowslips and snow-drops and buttercups grow.
The blossoms we'll pluck with a childish delight,
And get us a bunch of the red and the white.
And get us a bunch of the red and the white.
We'll plant the dark roots, the young shoots we'll stick down,
To weave us next May-day a flowery crown.
To weave us next May-day a flowery crown.
Again at our school, when the dear bell shall ring,
Our tasks we will learn and our songs we will sing.
Our tasks we will learn and our songs we will sing.
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