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/ The dew-drop from the rose that slips / Hath not the sparkle of her lips, / My lady's lips.
/ Than her long braids of yellow hold / The dandelion hath not more gold, / Her braids like gold.
/ The blue-bell hints not more of skies / Than do the flowers in her eyes, / My lady's eyes.
/ The sweet-pea blossom doth not wear / More dainty pinkness than her ear, / My lady's ear.
/ So, heigho! then, tho' skies be gray, / My heart's a garden that is gay / This sorry day.