Mabel Clare

Mabel Clare
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Along the green lane in the May-time,
I gather’d the violets blue,
Echoing yet with the bee song
And cool with the morning dew
Gather’d them for sweet Mabel,
Beautiful Mabel Clare
To clasp in her dainty fingers-
To brald in her shining hair

Chorus

Gathered them for sweet Mabe),
Beautiful Mabel Clare,
To clasp in her dainty fingers
To braid In ber shining hair

Again, when the summer was fairest,
For love of her brown, brown eyes,
I gather’d her royal flowers
As bright as the sunset skle
Gather’d them for sweet Mabel,
Beautiful Mabel Clare,
To clasp in her dainty flugera
To braid in her silning hair

But now comes the dreary November
Making me mourn and weep
For foiding her dainty finger
Mabel has gone to sleep,
Closing her brown eyes gently,
Beautiful Mabel Clare
No more shall I gather the rовев
To braid in het shining hair