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english version of wild rose tr by Peter Dean
Young lad saw where wild rose grew,
Wild rose in the pasture,
Young and lovely as the dew,
He ran quick for better view,
Looked with joy beyond measure.
Wild rose, wild rose, wild red rose,
Wild rose in the pasture.
Young lad said: I』m picking you,
Wild rose in the pasture!
Wild rose said: I』m pricking you
So your memory』s ever new,
Won』t give you that pleasure.
Wild rose, wild rose, wild red rose,
Wild rose in the pasture.
And the rough lad picked his pick,
Wild rose in the pasture;
Wild rose struggled, neither prick,
Cry nor lament did the trick,
Must attend his leisure.
Wild rose, wild rose, wild red rose,
Wild rose in the pasture. |
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