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WE LOVE the land when the world goes round, / And deep, deep down in her thorny ground, / Where nobody comes, and nobody knows, / We love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose.
And none to tell us, and none to teach / By the western hedge or the shelving beach, / But all of us know what everyone knows, / We love the Rose. Oh! we love the Rose.
We love the rose when our day is dead, / And they lay their roses upon our bed; / Too late! Too late! in our last repose! / But we love the Rose. Ah! we love the Rose.