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Oh, you were not so idle—

You wore a sprig of green;

You wore a feather in your cap,

The reddest ever seen.

Your face was laughing gypsy brown,

Your eyes were of the blue;

You wandered up and down the world,

For you had much to do.

For oh, you were not idle,

Whatever men might say—

You made the colour of the year

Magnificent and gay.