My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me,Such a flower as May never bore;But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,To tend her by day and by night;But my rose turned away with jealousy,And her thorns were my only delight.
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