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A Girl was strolling on a midsummer’s day/The birds they had been whistling so merrily and gay/Alongside arrived a white steed, the finest array/And it carried a young gentleman, these words he did say/”Appear live by the great moon/That regulations the sturdy tide/Climb up on my horse, adore/And be my sweet brideI walked throughout the doorway