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We welcome thy coming,

Our patron of yore!

We're dancing and humming,

And know thee once more.

Us singly, in silence,

Hast planted, and lo!

By thousands, oh Father,

We dance to and fro.

The rogue hides discreetly

The bosom within;

We looseskins fly rather

Forth from the fur skin.