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MORALISING
Roses fair on thorns do grow;
And they tell me, even so
Sorrows into virtues grow:
Heigh-ho!
It was a stroke
Brought the stream from the flinty rock.
And they tell me, even so
Sorrows into virtues grow:
Heigh-ho!
It was a stroke
Brought the stream from the flinty rock.
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Frosty winter kills out weeds;
And they tell me, evil seeds
Die out in the heart that bleeds:
Heigh-ho!
And some have faith
That dying is the death of Death.
And they tell me, evil seeds
Die out in the heart that bleeds:
Heigh-ho!
And some have faith
That dying is the death of Death.
Ah! the loss may yet be gain,
Bitter bliss may spring from pain,
As the bird-songs after rain:
Heigh-ho!
But nought shall be
Ever again the same to me.
Bitter bliss may spring from pain,
As the bird-songs after rain:
Heigh-ho!
But nought shall be
Ever again the same to me.
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