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44 INDIAN GAMES AND DANCES |
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Song No. 3
SONG OF THE WILD-ROSES
Wild-roses come all bright and gay, Blushing red like dawn of day; Dancing come they, full of play, Hiding all their thorns away. Wild-roses come all bright and gay, Blushing red like dawn of day, Dancing come they, full of play. |
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The Wild-roses dance about gaily; they circle the quiet little clumps of Violets that remain seated. The |
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