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THE FLOWER GIRL'S SONG.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


89

THE FLOWER GIRL'S SONG.

Fair lady, buy my flowers,
Like thine are their sunlit hours;
They bloom and they vie
With thy cheek and eye,
Yet alas! with a sigh they fade.
Come buy, oh! buy my flowers,—
Ere yet the storm-cloud lowers,
And their leaves are cast
On the wintry blast,
To wither and die on earth's breast.
Then lady, buy my flowers;—
Thine, thine are the golden hours;
Nor pass me thus by
With averted eye,—
For alas! with a sigh they fade.