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 I've paint and I've perfume,

For those who may use them;

Young ladies, I presume,

You all will refuse them;

The bloom on your cheek shows that you never use them

Yet buy a little toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne.

A little toy, little toy:

Yet buy a little toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne.

I've cross to make you smart,

On your breast you may bear it,

Just o'er your little heart,

I advise you to wear it;

And I hope that no other cross e'er will come near it;

Yes I do;-so buy a toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne

Yes, I do; Yes, I do;

So buy a toy, buy a toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.









Strike up, strike up, strike up, Scottish minstrels gay!

Tell of Wallace, that brave warlike man;

Sing also of Bruce--your banners display,

While each chief leads on his bold clan,

Here's success, Caledonia, to thee!

To the sons of the thistle so true!

Then march, gaily march, so canty and free--

There's none the banners o'blue.