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THE NOSEGAY.
I'll pull a bunch of buds and flowers,
And tie a ribbon round them,
If you'll but think in your lonely hours,
Of the sweet little girl that bound them.
And tie a ribbon round them,
If you'll but think in your lonely hours,
Of the sweet little girl that bound them.
I'll cull the earliest that put forth,
And those that last the longest;
And the bud, that boasts the fairest birth,
Shall cling to the stem that's strongest.
And those that last the longest;
And the bud, that boasts the fairest birth,
Shall cling to the stem that's strongest.
I've run about the garden walks,
And searched among the dew, Sir;—
These fragrant flowers, these tender stalks,
I've plucked them all for you, Sir.
And searched among the dew, Sir;—
These fragrant flowers, these tender stalks,
I've plucked them all for you, Sir.
So here 's your bunch of buds and flowers,
And here 's the ribbon round them;
And here, to cheer your saddened hours,
Is the sweet little girl that bound them.
And here 's the ribbon round them;
And here, to cheer your saddened hours,
Is the sweet little girl that bound them.
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