Song
[W.S.] With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, in the blossom-time, So rare! While Kate picks by, yet looks not there. So rare! so rare! With a hey! and a hi! and a ho! The grasses curdle where the daisies blow! With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho vow! Then he sips her face At the sweetest place - And ho! how white is the hawthorn now! - So rare! - And the daisied world rocks round them there. So rare! so rare! With a hey! and a hi! and a ho! The grasses curdle where the daisies blow!
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