In the morning time,
I saw a rainbow on the heavens,
And It was still early in the seven,
The spring grove was in its prime,
My heart felt very joyous
Ah! the day will be nice,
The sun is shining gladly upon the pearly dew
Releasing the streams of hue and ice,
May! every day be like this.
So I may not miss,
O! Mary, your sweet kiss.
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