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Lady Queen Anne she sits in the sun,

HNR 352

Lady Queen Anne she sits in the sun,
As fair as a lily, as white as a swan;
Come taste my lily, come smell my rose,
Which of my maidens do you choose?
The ball is ours and none of you choose?
Go to the wood and gather flowers.
Cats and kittens now stay within,
While we young maidens walk out and in.




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