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Beautiful Rose 
Beautiful Rose (Henry Clay Work) 
Out on the prairie, where the balmy air Kisses the waving corn, There lives a farmer, with a daughter fair Fair as a summer's morn. She has a nature gentle as a dove, Pure as the mountain snows; Say! is it strange that ev'ryone should love Love such a girl as Rose? 
cho: Beautiful Rose! Lovely Rose! Pride of the prairie bower! Ev'rybody loves her, ev'ry body knows, She is the fairest flower. 
Rose is a lady, yet from early dawn Labors her skillful hand; She is the housewife, now her mother's gone Gone to the better land. Rose has the beauty, father has the gold Both will be hers one day, For she is young, while he is growing old Old people pass away. 
Clerks from the city, plowmen from the field Lords from a foreign land Each in turn have very humbly kneeled Kneeled for her heart and hand. But to them all she made the same reply Kindly, but firmly, "No!" And none but I can tel the reason why, Why she should treat them so. 
From Songs of Henry Clay Work, Work apr96