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ROSES AND ROSEMARY.
I walked through my garden to cull me fresh posies,
Well I remember, on Midsummer's day:
I bound the sweet bay
With pansies rich and gay,
And with red, red roses!
Well I remember, on Midsummer's day:
I bound the sweet bay
With pansies rich and gay,
And with red, red roses!
O, garlands will wither, and seasons will vary:
To-night I have plucked me a garland anew;
Of cypress, and yew,
And the bitter, bitter rue,
And the pale rosemary!
To-night I have plucked me a garland anew;
Of cypress, and yew,
And the bitter, bitter rue,
And the pale rosemary!
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