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HILDA.
Only a year has circled
Over our little maid;
Bright was the summer's sunshine,
Brief was the winter's shade,
Sweet was the breath of spring-time,
Soft was the summer's breeze,
Gay were the plants that blossomed,
Golden the autumn sheaves.
Over our little maid;
Bright was the summer's sunshine,
Brief was the winter's shade,
Sweet was the breath of spring-time,
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Gay were the plants that blossomed,
Golden the autumn sheaves.
Rosy and happy and merry,
Laughing and cooing all day,
She's like a bird in the spring-time,
Singing so blithesome and gay;
Sweet child of love! may no shadow
Pass o'er thy tender young brow,
May the years find thee and keep thee,
Loving and winsome as now.
Laughing and cooing all day,
She's like a bird in the spring-time,
Singing so blithesome and gay;
Sweet child of love! may no shadow
Pass o'er thy tender young brow,
May the years find thee and keep thee,
Loving and winsome as now.
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