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- A SONG FROM "THE PLAYER QUEEN'
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- MY mother dandled me and sang,
- "How young it is, how young!'
- And made a golden cradle
- That on a willow swung.
- "He went away,' my mother sang,
- "When I was brought to bed,'
- And all the while her needle pulled
- The gold and silver thread.
- She pulled the thread and bit the thread
- And made a golden gown,
- And wept because she had dreamt that I
- Was born to wear a crown.
- "When she was got,' my mother sang,
- I heard a sea-mew cry,
- And saw a flake of the yellow foam
- That dropped upon my thigh."
- How therefore could she help but braid
- The gold into my hair,
- And dream that I should carry
- The golden top of care?
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