TO MISTRESS DAFFODIL 



WILL they laugh at your old-fashioned gown, 



Daffodil? 



At your simple and quaint little gown, 

 As you enter the streets of the town ; 

 Pass you by with a sneer and a frown, 



Daffodil ? 



Nay tell them old fashions are best, 



Daffodil. 



Old friends are the dearest and best, 

 And the flower we would wear at our breast 

 Is the one longer loved than the rest, 



Daffodil. 



MARGARET JOHNSON (set Preface). 



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