My pretty Rose.
What kind of flower was ofere'd to me clad in the most purest white.
Her tantalise caught me to her silken net.
Her tantalise caught me to her darkness side.
My pretty rose,my pretty rose. Oh my pretty rose.
Under the hills,behind your craddle narrow. The Moon like flower in Heaven's high bower. Early's blossom from the dewy grass, her thorns were my only delight.
My pretty rose,my pretty rose. Oh my pretty rose.
I throw the flower against the wind. And the wind blows it back again. My pretty rose,my pretty rose. Oh my pretty rose. I'm gonna .
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