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Oh, we have been a-maying, dear, beyond the city gates, / The little city set upon a hill; / And we have seen the jocund smile upon the lips of Fate, / And we have known the splendours of our will.
Oh, we have wandered far, my dear, and we have loved apace; / A little hut we built upon the sand, / The sun without to lighten it, within, your golden face, -- / O happy dream, O happy No Man's Land!
The pleasant furniture of spring was set in all the fields, / And gay and wholesome were the herbs and flowers; / Our simple cloth of love was spread with all that nature yields, / And frugal only were the passing hours.
Oh, we have been a-maying, dear, we've left the world behind, / We've sung and danced and gossiped as we strayed; / And when within our little but your fingers draw the blind, / We'll loiter by the fire that love has made.