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The Scotsman is a romantic for the love of his life,
He brings her nice things and keeps her from strife,
When he brings her a dripping rose she wallows in wonder,
Asking him how he came upon such a splendor,
Little does she know the Scotsman's toil,
When he scours the land for the prettiest spoils,
And he comes upon a bed of smiling happy white roses,
Unsheaths his broadsword and the distance it closes,
Swipe! it goes and the white roses are red,
So little did his darling know,
Her crimson favor had bled.



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