Said a monkey unto me...
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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, it's rightful father.
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Maids in MayPublished by Webmaster on 2003/7/26 (1705 reads)
Three maids there were in meadow bright, The eldest less then seven
Three maids there were in meadow bright,
Wild flowers they wound with tender glee,
She gave me a columbine,
And as I went my sober way,
That's long ago; they're gone, all three,
For Columbine loved life too well,
And Daisy died while yet a child,
Ah me! How fate is dark and dour
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