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HERE WE COME A-PIPING, by                    
Last Line: And bells beyond the sand
Subject(s): Spring


Here we come a-piping,
In Springtime and in May;
Green fruit a-ripening,
And Winter fled away.
The Queen she sits upon the strand,
Fair as a lily, white as wand;
Seven billows on the sea,
Horses riding fast and free.
And bells beyond the sand.







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