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And it's whither away is the Spring to-day?

To England, to England!

In France you'll hear the South wind say,

“She off on a quest for a Queen o’ the May,

So she's over the hills and far away,

To England!”

She's flown with the swallows across the sea

To England, to England!

For there's many a land of the brave and free

But never a home o’ the hawthorn-tree,

And never a Queen o’ the May for me

But England!

And round the fairy revels whirl

In England, in England!

And the buds outbreak and the leaves unfurl,

And where the crisp white cloudlets curl

The Dawn comes up like a primrose girl

With a crowd of flowers in a basket of pearl

For England!