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 Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
 How pure amang the leaves sae green!  
 Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
 How pure amang the leaves sae green! 
 Till the rose's lips grow pale
 With her sighs.  
 Till the rose's lips grow pale
 With her sighs. 
 Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
 Go tell her all I fain would dare,
  Tell her read more 
 Go pretty rose, go to my fair,
 Go tell her all I fain would dare,
  Tell her of hope; tell her of spring,
   Tell her of all I fain would sing,
    Oh! were I like thee, so fair a thing. 
 Rose were sette of swete savour,
 With many roses that thei bere.  
 Rose were sette of swete savour,
 With many roses that thei bere. 
 "For if I wait," said she,
 "Till time for roses be,--
  For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
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 "For if I wait," said she,
 "Till time for roses be,--
  For the moss-rose and the musk-rose,
   Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,--
    "What glory then for me
     In such a company?--
      Roses plenty, roses plenty
       And one nightingale for twenty?" 
 She wore a wreath of roses,
 The night that first we met.  
 She wore a wreath of roses,
 The night that first we met. 
 Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:
 Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
  Of use thou'dst, then, be read more 
 Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:
 Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
  Of use thou'dst, then, be truly,
   For asses might upon thee feed. 
 The rose that all are praising
 Is not the rose for me.  
 The rose that all are praising
 Is not the rose for me. 
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.
He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.