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Go, lovely flower ! to Fanny go ! 
And tell her absence ne’er can blot 
From mem’ry her loved image—no ! 
And, flower, bid her “ forget-me- not !”” 
OH ! THE FLOWERY MONTH OF JUNE. 
Ou ! the flowery month of June again I hail as 
summer’s queen; 
The hills and valleys sing in joy, and all the woods 
are green ; 
The strearalets flow in gladsome song, the birds are 
all in tune, 
And nature smiles in summer pride, in the flowery 
month of June! 
There’s music in the laughing sky, and balm upon 
the air; 
The earth is stamped with loveliness, and all around 
is fair ; 
There’s glory on the mountain top, and gladness 
on the plain ; 
The flowers wake from their wintry bed, and blush 
in bloom again ! 
Oh! the flowery month of June! my heart is 
bounding wild and free, 
As with a fond and longing look I gaze once mors 
on thee ] 





