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There was one a-riding grand On a tall brown mare, And a fine gold band He brought me there. A little, gold band He held to me That would shine on a hand For the world to see. There was one a-walking swift To a little, new song, And a rose was the gift He carried along, First of all the posies, Dewy and red. They that have roses Never need bread. There was one with a swagger And a soft, slow tongue, And a bright, cold dagger Where his left hand swung- Craven and gilt, Old and bad- And his stroking of the hilt Set a girl mad. There was one a-riding grand As he rode from me. And he raised his golden band And he threw it in the sea. There was one a-walking slow To a sad, Iong sigh. And his rose drooped low, And he flung it down to die. There was one with a swagger And a little, sharp pride, And a bright, cold dagger Ever at his side. At his side it stayed When he ran to part. What is this blade Struck through my heart?
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