The
rose
A
rose, as fair as ever saw the north
Grew
in a garden all alone
'A
sweeter flower did nature ne're put forth
Not
fairer garden yet was never known
The
maidens danced about it morn and noon
And
learned bards of it their ditties made
The
nimble fairires by the place-faced moon
Watered
the root and the kissed her pretty shade
But
well a day ! The gardener careless grew
the
maids and fairies both were kept away
And
in a rought the caterpikkars threw
Themselves
upon the bud and ever spray
God
shield teh stock! If heaven send no supplies
he
fairies blossom ofth garden dies