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- THE THREE BUSHES
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- SAID lady once to lover,
- "None can rely upon
- A love that lacks its proper food;
- And if your love were gone
- How could you sing those songs of love?
- I should be blamed, young man.
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
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- Have no lit candles in your room,'
- That lovely lady said,
- "That I at midnight by the clock
- May creep into your bed,
- For if I saw myself creep in
- I think I should drop dead.'
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
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- "I love a man in secret,
- Dear chambermaid,' said she.
- "I know that I must drop down dead
- If he stop loving me,
- Yet what could I but drop down dead
- If I lost my chastity?
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
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- "So you must lie beside him
- And let him think me there.
- And maybe we are all the same
- Where no candles are,
- And maybe we are all the same
- That stip the body bare.'
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
- But no dogs barked, and midnights chimed,
- And through the chime she'd say,
- "That was a lucky thought of mine,
- My lover. looked so gay';
- But heaved a sigh if the chambermaid
- Looked half asleep all day.
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
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- "No, not another song,' siid he,
- "Because my lady came
- A year ago for the first time
- At midnight to my room,
- And I must lie between the sheets
- When the clock begins to chime.'
- i{O my dear, O my d-ear.}
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- "A laughing, crying, sacred song,
- A leching song,' they said.
- Did ever men hear such a song?
- No, but that day they did.
- Did ever man ride such a race?
- No, not until he rode.
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
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- But when his horse had put its hoof
- Into a rabbit-hole
- He dropped upon his head and died.
- His lady saw it all
- And dropped and died thereon, for she
- Loved him with her soul.
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
- The chambermaid lived long, and took
- Their graves into her charge,
- And there two bushes planted
- That when they had grown large
- Seemed sprung from but a single root
- So did their roses merge.
- i{O my dear, O my dear.}
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- When she was old and dying,
- The priest came where she was;
- She made a full confession.
- Long looked he in her face,
- And O he was a good man
- And understood her case.
- O i{my dear, O my dear.}
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- He bade them take and bury her
- Beside her lady's man,
- And set a rose-tree on her grave,
- And now none living can,
- When they have plucked a rose there,
- Know where its roots began.
- O i{my dear, O my dear.}
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