A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

IN THE ORCHARD.

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NDER the blooming orchard tree,
I hear the little maid May,
Singing, “Why can’t you stay with me,

Dear blossoms, why can’t you stay?

I'll love you true, my whole life through,”

Promises little maid May.

“hen I seem to hear the blossoms sigh.
“ Sweetheart, it cannot be;
Your brother September will by and by

Seek apples under this tree: