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THEY talk about gardens of roses, / And moonlight over the sea, / And mountains and snow / And sunsetty glow, / But I know what is best for me.
The prettiest sight I know, / Worth all your roses and snow, / Is the blaze of light on a Saturday night, / When the barrows are set in a row.