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Going-a-Maying
Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells!
We bid you all, " Good morning;"
Give thanks we pray, our flowers are gay,
And fair for your adorning.
Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells!
Good friends, accept our greeting;
Where we have been, the woods are green,
And fast the Spring is fleeting.
Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells!
For this fair time of Maying;
We blossoms bring, and while we sing,
Oh! hark to what we're saying.
Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells!
And while they're sweetly chiming;
Our flowers so gay, well give away,
With words of merry rhyming.
Oh! ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells!
We must not long be staying;
For May has come, and May will go,
While we are here delaying.
Then ring the bells, Oh! ring the bells!
We'll sing a song with any;
May every year, bring you good cheer,
And each of us a penny. |
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