| FIRST came the primrose, | |
| On the bank high, | |
| Like a maiden looking forth | |
| From the window of a tower | |
| When the battle rolls below, | 5 |
| So look'd she, | |
| And saw the storms go by. | |
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| Then came the wind-flower | |
| In the valley left behind, | |
| As a wounded maiden, pale | 10 |
| With purple streaks of woe, | |
| When the battle has roll'd by | |
| Wanders to and fro, | |
| So totter'd she, | |
| Dishevell'd in the wind. | 15 |
| |
| Then came the daisies, | |
| On the first of May, | |
| Like a banner'd show's advance | |
| While the crowd runs by the way, | |
| With ten thousand flowers about them they came trooping through the fields. | 20 |
| As a happy people come, | |
| So came they, | |
| As a happy people come | |
| When the war has roll'd away, | |
| With dance and tabor, pipe and drum, | 25 |
| And all make holiday. | |
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| Then came the cowslip, | |
| Like a dancer in the fair, | |
| She spread her little mat of green, | |
| And on it danced she. | 30 |
| With a fillet bound about her brow, | |
| A fillet round her happy brow, | |
| A golden fillet round her brow, | |
| And rubies in her hair. | |
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