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28

SONG.

[Come away to the greenwood bowers]

Come away to the greenwood bowers;
Come away with the May-day posies:
We'll ride in a chair of flowers;
We'll dance on a rope of roses.
There are full-grown sons of pleasure,
Who trust to as frail a stay:
Then swing to the whirling measure;
For sure we're as light as They.