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Come hither, oh come hither, / There's a bride upon her bed; / They have strewn her o'er with roses, / There are roses 'neath her head: / Life is love and tears and laughter, / But the laughter it is dead -- / Sing the way to the Valley, to the Valley- / Hey, but the roses they are red!