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My Wild Rose
Tis a wee bonnie lass
That stands
here before me,
Carryin' her heart in her hand
Hopin' tis her I'd see.
For you are my Rose amongst the
thorns of my pains.
For you are my 'bow after all the rains.
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xvcc
For what she'd be a needin'
Is but a wee tiny kiss,
xvcc
xvcc
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xvcc
xvcc
From me, her grandest lad
Ta bring her a joyful bliss.
xvcc
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xvcc
xvcc
Ta bring her a joyful bliss.
Ta bring her a joyful bliss.
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xvcc
She'd be dancin' a merry jig
xvcc
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xvcc
xvcc
And showin' me a grand time,
xvcc
xvcc
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xvcc
xvcc
And if I'd be the smartest lad
I'd be oft makin' her mine.
xvcc
xvcc
xvcc
xvcc
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xvcc
She's got the rosy cheeks she does
And a grand sparkle to her
eye,
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xvcc
I'd best be the gentle man,
xvcc
And not be makin' her cry.
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xvcc
And as I lay me
head down
Upon me downy
pillows soft,
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