He
Sing
a song of May-time, flowers rare and sweet;
Flowers
for you, darling, let us strew them at your feet.
She
Sing
a song of May-time, save your shekels, dear;
Guess
you have forgotten June is getting pretty near.
May
1st, 1895
Pub.
in Boston
Courier,
May 12,
1895
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