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I'm saying every day
“If I should be a Queen, tomorrow”-
I'd do this way-
And so I deck, a little,

If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
None on me, bend supercilious-
With “This was she-
Begged in the Market place-
Yesterday.”

Court is a stately place-
I've heard men say-
So I loop my apron, against the Majesty
With bright Pins of Buttercup-
That not too plain-
Rank-overtake me-

And perch my Tongue
On Twigs of singing-rather high-
But this, might be my brief Term
To qualify-

Put from my simple speech all plain word-
Take other accents, as such I heard
Though but for the Cricket-just,
And but for the Bee-
Not in all the Meadow-
One accost me-

Better to be ready-
Than did next morn
Meet me in Aragon-
My old Gown-on-

And the surprised Air
Rustics-wear-
Summoned-unexpectedly-
To Exeter-