It was the charming month of May,When all the flow’rs were fresh and gay.One morning, by the break of day,The youthful, charming Chloe—From peaceful slumber she arose,Girt on her mantle and her hose,And o’er the flow’ry mead she goes—The youthful, charming Chloe.8
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Lovely was she by the dawn,Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,Tripping o’er the pearly lawn,The youthful, charming Chloe.12The feather’d people you might seePerch’d all around on every tree,In notes of sweetest melodyThey hail the charming Chloe;Till, painting gay the eastern skies,The glorious sun began to rise,Outrival’d by the radiant eyesOf youthful, charming Chloe.20
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Lovely was she by the dawn,Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,Tripping o’er the pearly lawn,The youthful, charming Chloe.24