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march.
And the cottage girl hath her 'kerchief blue,
And ribbon of pearly white,
And she looks full oft at their spotless hue,
And asks, "will the sunbeams ne'er peep through,
And the skies again look bright?"
And ribbon of pearly white,
And she looks full oft at their spotless hue,
And asks, "will the sunbeams ne'er peep through,
And the skies again look bright?"
Oh! why should'st thou bear a gentle name,
Thou month so drear and chill?
We hear thy blast through the forest ring,
And ask in vain for the meek-eyed Spring,
For Winter is with us still.
Thou month so drear and chill?
We hear thy blast through the forest ring,
And ask in vain for the meek-eyed Spring,
For Winter is with us still.
