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MAY MARJORY.
Beautiful May Marjory,
Walking sadly in the sun,
Passing the ripe roses by,
Plucking ne'er a one;
What should ail her so to sigh,
Wild and wilful Marjory?
Walking sadly in the sun,
Passing the ripe roses by,
Plucking ne'er a one;
What should ail her so to sigh,
Wild and wilful Marjory?
Here it was May Marjory
Met young Allan yestermorn;
Here she gave her heart the lie,
With her words of scorn.
Many a morrow may she sigh,
Weary-wandering Marjory.
Met young Allan yestermorn;
Here she gave her heart the lie,
With her words of scorn.
Many a morrow may she sigh,
Weary-wandering Marjory.
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