Welcome, Maids Of Honour, You Do Bring In The Spring; And Wait Upon Her. She Has Virgins Many, Fresh And Fair; Yet You Are More Sweet Than Any. You're The Maiden Posies; And So Graced, To Be Placed 'Fore Damask Roses. Yet, Though Thus Respected, By And By Ye Do Lie, Poor Girls, Neglected.
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