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   Was soon heaving and throbbing away like the rest
   How the pine groves would echo the deep measured roll
   As they thundered away neath the gaudy May pole!
   Oh! bright was the glance of each soul speaking eye
   When they moved through the maze as the revel rose high
   Some young bloods would dance till the first streak of dawn
   And keep sober mortals awake in "The bawn"
   I enjoyed the wild mirth of the girls and the boys
   Though they pounded me hard and made ear-splitting noise"
   But the days soon grew short and the crowds fell away
   And the dancing like all things was doomed to decay
   Oh I missed it so much and not without reason
   For I loved the light step of the belle of the season
   Among the fair faces no other was seen
   To rival the grace of the young rustic queen
   At last I was carried one evening away
   And covered up close in a haggard with hay
   Though surrounded by all that is fragrant and Sweet

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