Though in our chilly month of May The Maypole be not seen, Nor lads and lasses flock to pay Their greetings to their queen; Yet, twixt the weeping clouds of gloom The skies shine bright and blue, And Decoration flowers shall bloom O'er comrades brave and true. W.
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