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BUTTERCUP QUEEN

 

I”LL sing a song of summer-time,

And crown my blue-eyed queen,

The prettiest queen in the buttercups

And I have ever seen.

Now gather up your pinafore,

And scamper o’er the grass;

The daisies ne’er looked up to see

A happier lad and lass.

 

We’ll build a throne upon the sand,

A mist is out at sea;

Perhaps beyond there is a land

Fresh made for you and me.

If you are true and I am true,

We’ll have no doubts and fears;

But laugh together all our lives,

And live a thousand years.

 

Then let us sail away, my sweet,

Before your crown shall fade;

For lovers true, like me and you,

The summer-time was made.

Though buttercups can fade, my sweet,

And summer-time can pass,

Yet, just to-day we’ll sail away,

A happy lad and lass.