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iii.

I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake,

If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break:
But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

iv.

As I came up the valley whom think ye should I see,

But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath the hazel-tree?
He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday,—
But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

v.

He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white,

And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light.
They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say.
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.