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I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet read more
I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phoebus peeps in view,
For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie mou'!
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
Rose were sette of swete savour,
With many roses that thei bere.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
Till the rose's lips grow pale
With her sighs.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place read more
I wish I might a rose-bud grow
And thou wouldst cull me from the bower.
To place me on that breast of snow
Where I should bloom a wintry flower.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
A white rosebud for a guerdon.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
