Songs Of Experience
My Pretty Rose-Tree
- A flower was offer’d to me,
- Such a flower as May never bore;
- But I said “I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree,”
- And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
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- Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree,
- To tend her by day and by night;
- But my Rose turn’d away with jealousy,
- And her thorns were my only delight.
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