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LOST FOR A ROSE'S SAKE by ANONYMOUS

First Line: I LAVED MY HANDS
Last Line: THAT MY LOVE MARIE / MIGHT LOVE ME YET
Subject(s): HEARTS;LOVE - COMPLAINTS;PAIN; SUFFERING;MISERY;
I LAVED my hands,
By the water side;
With the willow leaves
My hands I dried.

The nightingale sung
On the bough of the tree;
Sing, sweet nightingale,
It is well with thee.

Thou hast heart's delight,
I have sad heart's sorrow
For a false, false maid
That will wed to-morrow.

'Tis all for a rose,
That I gave her not,
And I would that it grew
In the garden plot.

And I would the rose-tree
Were still to set,
That my love Marie
Might love me yet.



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