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Rh "And you'll quickly start aside With the prickle glowing." Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Rosebud brightly blowing!

But he plucked it from the plain, The rosebud brightly blowing! It turned and stung him, but in vain He regarded not the pain, Homeward with it going, Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Rosebud brightly blowing!

 THE BREEZE.

 BLINDMAN'S BUFF.

, my Theresa dear! Thine eyes I greatly fear Can through the bandage see! Although thine eyes are bound, By thee I'm quickly found, And wherefore shouldst thou catch but me.

