Come and see me,
In the morning.
Come and see me Mary dear,
For we haven't got together,
In what seems just like a year.
We will sit and talk of everything,
Everything that we hear.
And we'll be eating,
For our luncheon,
Fresh scones and tea, my dear.
Then we'll take a stroll 'round Bird Lake,
Which is as clear a mirror,
Oh, we will be so very happy,
That we'll have no thing to fear.
So come and see me in the morning,
Come and see me, Mary dear,
I'll be waiting in the parlor,
Waiting for you Mary dear.
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