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      ' He thought I was a ghost , mother , for I was all in white , And I ran by him without speaking , like a flash o' light . They call me cruel hearted , but I care not what they say , For I ' m to be Queen o' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o * the May .

      - * W * * afe ' Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green , And you'll be there too , mother , to see me made the queen ; For the shepherd lads , on every side , 'ill come from far away , And I ' m to be Queen o' the IVfay , mother , I ' m to be Queen o' the May . The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers , And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint , sweet cuckoo flowers ; And the wild marsh marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray , And I'm to be Queen o the May , mother , Fm to be Queen o' the May .

      The night winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow grass , And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop o' rain the whole o' the livelong day , And I ' m to be Queen o' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o' the May . All the valley , mother , 'ill be fresh , and green , and still , And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill , And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill merrily glance and play , For I ' m to be Queen o' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o' the May . So you must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear , To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad new year : To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest , merriest day , For I ' m to be Queen o' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o' the May . '

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      If you ' re waking , call me early , call me early , mother dear , For I would see the sun rise upon the glad new year . It is the last new year that I shall ever see , Then ye may lay me low i' the mould and think no more o * me . To-night I saw the sun set : he set and left behind The good old year , the dear old time , and all my peace of mind ; And the new year ' s coming up , mother , but I shall never see The may upon the black-thorn , the leaf upon the tree . J ^ ast May we made a crown of flowers : we had a merry day ; Beneath the hawthorn , on the green , they made me Queen of May ; And we danced about the may-pole and in the hazel-copse , TilLCharles ' s wain came out above the tall white chimney tops . There ' s not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snow-drops come again : I wish the snow would melt , and the sun come out on high , I long to see a flower so before the day I die .

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      * NEW YEAR ' S EVE .

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      Tennyson s Poems . 37

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1833, page 37, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2606/page/37/