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 (4) Picking lillies both red and blue, I little thought what love could do.

Where love is planted there it grows, It buds and blossoms like any rose. It has such a sweet and pleasant smell. No flower on earth can it excell,

There is thousands, thousands in a room, My love she carries the brightest bloom, she surely is some chosen one, I will have her or I’ll have none.

I saw a ship sailing on the sea, As deeply loaded as she could be, But not so deep as in love I am, I care not whether I sink or swim.

Must I go bound shall she go free, Must I love one that loves not me ; Why should I act such a childish part, As to love one that would break my heart.

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

If roses be such a prickly flower, They should be gathred when they are green, For he that weds with an unkind love, I'm sure they strive against the stream.

If my love were deed and gone to rest, I’d think on her that I love best, I’ll wrap her up in the linen strong, And I,ll think on her when she’s dead and gone.