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ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied,
Heathrose fair and tender, All array'd in youthful pride, -- Quickly to the spot he hied,
Ravished by her splendour. Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Said the boy, "I'll now pick thee,
Heathrose fair and tender! " Said the rosebud, "I'll prick thee, So that thou'lt remember me,
Ne'er will I surrender! " Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Now the cruel boy must pick
Heathrose fair and tender; Rosebud did her best to prick, -- Vain 'twas 'gainst her fate to kick --
She must needs surrender. Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!