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HERE WE COME A-PIPING by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: AND BELLS BEYOND THE SAND
Subject(s): SPRING;
Here we come a-piping,
In Springtime and in May;
Green fruit a-ripening,
And Winter fled away.
The Queen she sits upon the strand,
Fair as a lily, white as wand;
Seven billows on the sea,
Horses riding fast and free.
And bells beyond the sand.





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