Fair Annet's song
John Woods Duke
One thing comes
And another thing goes;
Frosts in November
Drive away the rose;
Like a blowing ember...
The windflower blows
And drives away the snows.
It is sad to remember
And sorrowful to pray;
Let us laugh and be merry,
Who have seen today
The last of the cherry
And the first of the may;
And neither one will stay.