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I'LL sing a song of summer-time,
And crown my blue-eyed queen,
The prettiest queen the buttercups
And I have ever seen.
Now gather up your pinafore,
And scamper o'er the grass ;
The daisies ne'er looked up to see
A happier lad and lass.
We'll build a throne upon the sand,
A mist is out at sea ;
Perhaps beyond there is a land
Fresh made for you and me.
If you are true and I am true,
We'll have no doubts and fears ;
But laugh together all our lives,
And live a thousand years.
Then let us sail away, my sweet,
Before your crown shall fade ;
For lovers true, like me and you,
The summer-time was made.
Though buttercups can fade, my sweet,
And summer-time can pass,
Yet just to-day we'll sail away,
A happy lad and lass.