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A Song from `The Player Queen'
| My mother dandled me and sang, | | ‘How young it is, how young!’ | | And made a golden cradle | | That on
a willow swung. | | | | | | ‘He went away,’ my mother sang, | | ‘When I was brought to bed,’ | | And all the while her
needle pulled | | The gold and silver thread. | | | | | | She pulled the thread and bit the thread | | And made a golden
gown, | | And wept because she had dreamt that I | | Was born to wear a crown. | | | | | | ‘When she was got,’ my
mother sang, | | ‘I heard a sea-mew cry, | | And saw a flake of the yellow foam | | That dropped upon my thigh.’ | | | | | | How therefore could she help but braid | | The gold into my hair, | | And dream that I should carry | | The golden
top of care? |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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