New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve.
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If you’re waking, call me early, call me early.
mother deur,
For I would see the run rise upon the glad now
your:
It is the last New Year that I shall ever see; Then you may lay me low in the wold and think
no more of me.
Tonight I saw the sun set; he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my
peace of mind;
And the new year’s coming up, mother, but I shall
never see
The sons on the blackthorn, the lead upon the
tree.
Tati May we made a crown of flowers; we had a
merry day.
Beneath the hawthorne on the green they made me
Queen of the May,
And we danced about the Maspole and in the
hazel
Till Charles Wain came out above the tall white
eistmtey topu
There’s not a flower on all the hills: the frost la on
the pane:
I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again: I wish the show would meat and the sun come out
on high:
I long to see a flower as before the day I die

The huliding rook will caw from the windy twil
elm tree
And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow ten, And the swallow will come back again with sum-
f the wave-
But I shalle alone, mother, within the moldering
Krave

When the flowers come again, mother, beneath
the warring light.
You’ll never see me more in the long gray Belda
at night;
When from the dry, dark world the summer at
blow cool
On the hot grass and the sword gran and the
bulrush in the pool.

You’ll bury me my nother, Just beneath the haw
thorn shade,
And you’ll come sometimes and see me where I
am lowly laid.
I shall not forget you, mother: I shall hear you
when you
With your feet above my head in the long and
pleasant grass.

I have been wild and wayward, but you’ll forgive
me now;
You’ll kiss me, my own mother, upon my cheek
and brow
Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief
be will:
You should not fret for me, mother-you have an-
other child.

Good night, good night; when I have said
good night for evermore,
And you see me carried out from the
threshold of the door,
Don’t let Effie come to see me till my grave be
growing green;
She’ll be a better child to you than ever I have
been.

She’ll find my garden tools upon the granary floor:
Let her take them; they are hers; I shall never
garden more:
But tell her, when I’m gone, to train the roве
bush that I set
About the parlor window, and the box of mignon-
nette.

Good night, sweet mother: call me before the
day is born:
All night I lle awake, but I fall asleep at morn:
But I would see the sun rise upon the glad New
Year:
So, if you’re waking. call me; call me early.
mother dear.