A rose has thorns as well as honey,
I'll not have her for love or money;
An iris grows so straight and fine,
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Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
All loveliness new-born
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I have but one rose in the world,
And my one rose stands a-drooping:
Oh, when my single rose is dead
There'll be but thorns for stooping.
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'The iniquity of the fathers upon the children.'
Oh the rose of keenest thorn!
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The rose that blushes rosy red,
She must hang her head;
The lily that blows spotless white,
She may stand upright.
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The rose with such a bonny blush,
What has the rose to blush about?
If it's the sun that makes her flush,
What's in the sun to flush about?
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