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Rh Where love is planted there it grows, It buds and blossoms like any rose, And has so sweet and a pleasant smell, No flow’r on earth can it excel.

Must I be bound and she be free, Must I love one that loves not me, Why should I act such a childish part, To love a girl that will break my heart.

There’s thousands thousands all in a room, My true love carries the highest bloom; Surely my love is some chosen one, I will have her or else have none.

I spy’d a ship sailing on the sea, Laden as deep as she could be, But not so deep as in love I am, care not whether I sink or swim.

I set my back against snan [sic] oak, thought it had been a trusty tree, But first it bow’d and then it broke. And so did my false love with me.

I put my hand into the bush, Thinking the sweetest rose to find, prick’d my finger to the bone And left the sweetest rose behind.

If roses are such prickly flowers,