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The winds of March are humming

Their parting song, their parting song,

And summer's skies are coming,

And days grow long, and days grow long.

I watch, but not in gladness,

Our garden tree, our garden tree;

It buds, in sober sadness,

Too soon for me, too soon for me.

My second winter's over,

Alas! and I, alas! and I

Have no accepted lover:

Do n't ask me why, do n't ask me why.

‘ Tis not asleep or idle

That love has been, that love has been;

For many a happy bridal

The year has seen, the year has seen;

I've done a bridemaid's duty,

At three or four, at three or four;

My best bouquet had beauty,

Its donor more, its donor more.

My second winter's over,

Alas! and I, alas! and I

Have no accepted lover:

Do n't ask me why, do n't ask me why.

His flowers my bosom shaded

One sunny day, one sunny day;

The next, they fled and faded,

Beau and bouquet, beau and bouquet.

In vain, at ball and parties,

I've thrown my net, I've thrown my net;

This waltzing, watching heart is

Unchosen yet, unchosen yet.

My second winter's over,

Alas! and I, alas! and I

Have no accepted lover:

Do n't ask me why, do n't ask me why.

They tell me there's no hurry

For Hymen's ring, for Hymen's ring;

And I'm too young to marry:

‘ Tis no such thing,‘ tis no such thing.

The next spring tides will dash on

My eighteenth year, my eighteenth year;

It puts me in a passion,

Oh dear, oh dear! oh dear, oh dear!

My second winter's over,

Alas! and I, alas! and I

Have no accepted lover:

Do n't ask me why, do n't ask me why.