Gently, gently shall I kiss thy lips
For thou hast a taste I can't resist
Sweet like honey and red like wine
Tis that budding rose passion doth define
A thousand kisses to thy rustic coloured nest
I send to thee with a love I have confess'd
Return to me my darling soon
That I may entice that budding rose to bloom
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