The Old Gardener
Dear Mother Earth, in this long wooden box,
We bring old Michael with his silvery locks;
Such years he tended thee with pick and spade,
Right gladly wilt thou welcome his poor shade.
We bring old Michael with his silvery locks;
Such years he tended thee with pick and spade,
Right gladly wilt thou welcome his poor shade.
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