When Mary Goes Walking

Patrick Reginald Chalmers

1872 to 1942

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When Mary goes walking 
The Autumn winds blow, 
The poplars they curtsey, 
The larches bend low, 
The oaks and the beeches 
Their gold they fling down. 
To make her a carpet, 
To make her a crown!

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