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When I drew them to me gently So their coronet of dew Should gem their morning beauty, Until kissed away by you.
Will you take my bunch of roses? They are smiles from me to thee, Bright as sunbeams on the meadow, Soft as starlight on the sea.
Will you prize this bunch of roses? They are love throbs from a heart Beating reveille at meeting, Beating tattoo when we part.
Then take my bunch of roses, And treasure them from me, As a symbol and a token of the love I bear to thee.
I had watched them in their budding, And I longed to call them mine, But I've waited 'till their blooming Makes them seeter - makes them thine
Then keep my bunch of roses, Let your lips their leaves bedew, And always love remember I will keep my heart for you.