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 ::Says the Thistle, My spears
 * Defends mortals and fears,

Whilst thou'rt unguarded on the plain;
 * And I do suppose,
 * Tho' I were a Rose,

I wou'd long to be a * Thistle again.
 * And I do suppose, &c.


 * O Friend, says the Rose,
 * You falsely suppose,

Bear witness ye Flowers of the Plain;
 * You woud take so much pleasure,
 * In Beauty’s vast treasure,

You wou'd ne'er be a * Thistle again.
 * You wou'd take, &c.


 * The Thistle at length,
 * Admiring the Rose,

With all the gay Flowers of the plain,
 * She throws off her points,
 * Herself she anoints

And now in close Union she's gone.
 * She throws off her points, &c.


 * But in a cold stormy day
 * While heedless she lay,

No longer could sorrow refrain,
 * She fetch'd a deep groan,
 * With many Oh---oh!

O were I a * Thistle again!
 * She fetch'd a deep groan, &c.