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Maine Lumberjacks 79
5 "You'll have for to buy me an acre of ground, —
Every rose grows merry and fine, — • * . • §
Before you can be a true-lover of mine.
6 " You '11 have for to plough it with a deer's horn, —
Every rose grows merry and fine, — And plant it all over with one grain of corn, Before you can be a true-lover of mine.
7 "You'll have for to thrash it in an eggshell, —
Every rose grows merry and fine, — And bring it to market in a thimble,1 Before you can be a true-lover of mine."
1 Or " And take it to market where man never dwelled." |
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