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Maytime is to the meadows coming in	A
And cowslip peeps have gotten eer so big	B
And water blobs and all their golden kin	A
Crowd round the shallows by the striding brig	B
Daisies and buttercups and ladysmocks	C
Are all abouten shining here and there	D
Nodding about their gold and yellow locks	C
Like morts of folken flocking at a fair	D
The sheep and cows are crowding for a share	D
And snatch the blossoms in such eager haste	E
That basket bearing children running there	D
Do think within their hearts they'll get them all	F
And hoot and drive them from their graceless waste	E
As though there wa'n't a cowslip peep to spare	D
For they want some for tea and some for wine	G
And some to maken up a cuckaball	F
To throw across the garland's silken line	G
That reaches oer the street from wall to wall	F
Good gracious me how merrily they fare	D
One sees a fairer cowslip than the rest	H
And off they shout the foremost bidding fair	D
To get the prize and earnest half and jest	H
The next one pops her down and from her hand	I
Her basket falls and out her cowslips all	F
Tumble and litter there the merry band	I
In laughing friendship round about her fall	F
To helpen gather up the littered flowers	C
That she no loss may mourn And now the wind	J
In frolic mood among the merry hours	C
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off	K
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings	C
Away they follow with a scream and laugh	L
And aye the youngest ever lags behind	J
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings	C
They shout and catch it and then off they start	M
And chase for cowslips merry as before	N
And each one seems so anxious at the heart	M
As they would even get them all and more	N
One climbs a molehill for a bunch of may	O
One stands on tiptoe for a linnet's nest	H
And pricks her hand and throws her flowers away	O
And runs for plantin leaves to have it drest	H
So do they run abouten all the day	H
And teaze the grass hid larks from getting rest	H
Scarce give they time in their unruly haste	H
To tie a shoestring that the grass unties	C
And thus they run the meadows' bloom to waste	H
Till even comes and dulls their phantasies	C
When one finds losses out to stifle smiles	C
Of silken bonnet strings and utters sigh	P
Oer garments renten clambering over stiles	C
Yet in the morning fresh afield they hie	Q
Bidding the last day's troubles all goodbye	P
When red pied cow again their coming hears	C
And ere they clap the gate she tosses up	R
Her head and hastens from the sport she fears	C
The old yoe calls her lamb nor cares to stoop	S
To crop a cowslip in their company	T
Thus merrily the little noisy troop	S
Along the grass as rude marauders hie	Q
For ever noisy and for ever gay	H
While keeping in the meadows holiday	H

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