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For a Rose's Sake
I laved my hands
By the water side;
With the willow leaves
My hands I dried.
By the water side;
With the willow leaves
My hands I dried.
The nightingale sung
On the bough of the tree;
Sing, sweet nightingale,
It is well with thee.
On the bough of the tree;
Sing, sweet nightingale,
It is well with thee.
Thou hast heart's delight,
I have sad heart's sorrow
For a false, false maid
That will wed to-morrow.
I have sad heart's sorrow
For a false, false maid
That will wed to-morrow.
'Tis all for a rose,
That I gave her not,
And I would that it grew
In the garden plot.
That I gave her not,
And I would that it grew
In the garden plot.
And I would the rose-tree
Were still to set,
That my love Marie
Might love me yet.
Were still to set,
That my love Marie
Might love me yet.
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