Hail the dawn of summer
The Old Man doth truly slumber
Though I lost my ribbons to a Troll
There are more in the village
about the may pole.
The Old Man doth truly slumber
Though I lost my ribbons to a Troll
There are more in the village
about the may pole.
Sol rides his chariot high through the sky.
On ward t'ward the shortest night
When we'll cry to the north wind
About our plight
That we're burned in the day-time
and need longer nights!
On ward t'ward the shortest night
When we'll cry to the north wind
About our plight
That we're burned in the day-time
and need longer nights!
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